Creative Writing for the Creator

I was 8 when my mother would play this album on our record player. (I found a song with my name ...) Song: Prá Laetitia By: Taiguara Album: Piano e Viola -1972 Translation into English: L. E. Skelton Oh, brother, Letícia cries And now I know why: She was swallowed up by the world And is afraid. Oh, brother, the time has come For Letícia to know The other side of this story And, away, go. The sailboat, white it will be And I’ll watch Letícia leave Reddening the flesh so pure Getting involved in the adventure. When I see Letícia loving Engulfed in her vapor It will be like the sun, burning Boiling me with love.

Something lives on the inside of me. I am possessed . It burns me. I melt. Is it Molten Lava?  It roars inside me. I hear it. Is it a Lion? It runs in my veins. I am taken by its force. Is it a River?  POSSESSION?  I will tell you the true story: Once upon a time, there was this girl... And this girl knew she had been created for the good. But she felt deeply separated from the Creator. Nothing she could ever dream could fill the void inside of her.  She talked to a tree, talked to her dolls and pets...  She read stories, drew, sang, danced... Still no answer to her empty heart.  No meaning to her laugh or tears. A long succession of days and nights. Emotions, words, actions, all so senseless.  Motions, motionless. Sounds, deafened. Until one day she heard the Truth. The Truth said that she had a choice. That she could open the door to the true Savior. His name, Jesus. The Great I...