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Til the end of time

‘I will be there til the end of time

Lo! I will be there as a friend til the end of time.

Even if only in my prayers’, I’ll be there at the spin of a dime.

Listen to the words from my heart, as they begin to chime.

I’ll put emphasis on them so that they will bounce around and ryhme.

That hill, I’ll stretch out my hand and help you to climb.

Not seeing you through, will be a terrible crime.

I will try to be there in the nick of time.


If you are without Spot or Blemish, cast the first stone

 ‘If you are without Spot or Blemish, cast the first stone’

No one is perfect

You may be right to a certain extent, but as I see it even the best needs to be boosted. Everyone tries to get people to back them in one way or another. Even most of the rich and the famous rose to the top because of their followers. If no one stands for anyone else then we all will be in the same fix. Some people may have everything that they need to reach their goals, but the truth of the matter is, no one should knock someone else because they are insecure or less fortunate than them the rest. No one is perfect, and we all will need a kind word, helping hand or something at one point or another. Needing someone to pump you up, or to tell you that your work is good doesn’t mean that you are different from anyone else. We all have different feelings, and ways of doing things. When it all comes down to it; we are all doing the same thing, everyone is putting their stuff out there for someone to notice in hopes that it will reach the top. Advertisement is advertisement no matter how you decide to look at it. We should never judge the book without looking inside the cover. If we all didn’t need anyone elses’ help, we wouldn’t be here. It is a “Me” thang (thing), everyone wants the others to help them, but when they’re aproached they have a problem with it.
 We say that we have a problem with people asking us for help. We say that they should feel that what they are doing is good enough with out asking, or begging others to support them in what ever way. No one is perfect, anyone that is without spot of blemish should cast the first stone, we know that those that is covered with spots and blemishes are really the main ones to cast those stones.

Who is it that you are looking at?

Who was is it that you were looking at“?

Could It have possible be an Angel?

Do you really know who it was that you have been looking down on?

Do you know who it was, that only needed a kind word, and you wouldn’t take the time to call them on the phone?

Do you know who it was that you left standing in the rain all alone?

Do you know who it was that was hungry, and you wouldn’t offer a piece of meat, moreless a bone?

Do you know who it was that only wanted a helping hand, and all you could do was wish them gone?

Do you  know who it was, that you humiliated and put to shame all of those times that they would moan?

Do you know who it was, that felt that they were doomed in a world of darkness, and you wouldn’t do anything to turn the light on.

You thought that you had it all, and that you could stand on your own?

You never knew it, but you may have been in the presence of an ‘Angel

 Barbara Hart

The reason for the writing of “The Lives of Abused and Battered Women”

The Lives of Abused and Battered Women

This book was written to tell the story of abuse the only way that it could be, by someone who knew what it was truly about. No one can tell it better than someone who had walked a mile or two in the shoes of abuse. For twenty-five years I lived the live of being abused. The cold harsh words, betrayal, and physical abuse were all I ever had to look forward to. Being told that no one would want you for, but only one thing made me stay in the relationships. I felt that if I left the relationship, no one would want me because no one seemed to be interested in me anyway. In and out of every relationship it was always the same thing, taking what my mates dished out in order to have a man in my life, and I thought that they loved me. I always prayed that my mates would change, and begin to treat me the way that I deserved to be treated. Being picked at and taunted by people who knew what was going on in their cold, harsh, and sneaky ways. The thought of being told that, ‘if you couldn’t hang with the big dog that you should stay on the porch’, which only meant that I either accept what they were dishing out, or that I could go somewhere else. I knew that it wasn’t right to be treated that way, but I had low-self esteem. I lived that live style all those years, then it hit me, I finally realized that I was better than that. It hit me one day that God allowed me to go through my trials, to strengthen me so that I wouldn’t allow anyone to treat me that way ever again. Then I was told by a minister at church that it was Gods’ will for me to tell my story to be a blessing to other women (men). I wanted to be an inspiration to the young children that may be tempted to get into this kind of relationship not knowing what they were in for. I wrote this book to tell of my abusive lifestyle as well as that of other women. I wanted them to know that the only way that the situation would change was if they stopped accepting it. It tells of how women do things to other women, taking their men, and feeling that they had done something big. If only we had walked away at the first sign of abuse, things would have been better. It’s time for us to stand up for our rights. It’s a subject that is not on only in the low-class minority of women; it’s in the in the middle class, and high minority of women also. Hiding abuse under the rug only makes a lump, then a mold hill, and then it turns into a mountain that can’t be climbed. I wanted to be a blessing to anyone that had not been abused, and to the ones that were still living it. My heart and prayers are with them.

Barbara Hart

Can you feel my heart beat as I send you a word or two?

Do you feel my heart that’s praying for you“?

With every heart-beat, my prayers are with you. I’m near by praying for the better for you, no matter what you may be going through. I’m there praying for you when it seems that all of the pressures of life has not ceased, but only grew and grew. I’m praying that the rain stops, and that your day and life change to sunny and blue. When there’s no one there to give you a kind word, or gesture for that needed peace of mind, I’m praying that God will step in and give you the answer as to what you need to do. I will try to be there for you in the nick of need of time, even if it’s through my prayers, that you recieve that needed option or clue. My prayers are out there, allow them to stick to you like glue. I pray that my words have made your heart feel lighter and new. This is my heart-felt prayer to you, and every word is true.

 Barbara Hart

I stand for you. Who will stand with me?

I stand for you

Who will stand for me?

I’m the author of ‘The Lives of Abused and Battered Women’, this book tells of my abusive life style as well as that of other women. I try to give hope to the hopeless, kind gestures letting them know that they don’t deserve the harsh treatment, sending sister to sister to sisterly prayers, self help, this book is truly my life in a nutshell. If no one is interested, or if it can’t or doesn’t reach the much needed people; putting my life, heart and hopes will have been in vain. I ask for help to get it out there, and they take me to a lower level. I’ve been told that I should have said this or that, in order to give a way of getting out or safety. There was no one there when I went through the twenty-five(25) years in and out of abusive relationships, offering me a kind word nor a hand. How can people be so cold? Atleast I’m putting my life and trials out there to keep some young child from walking that un-necessary mile in my shoe. For the women that are in it, to give hope for a brighter tommorrow. Constantly putting myself out there for others, and no one there offering me a kind hand to say, ‘I’m impressed with You’, ‘I’ll back You’, or ‘Let’s do this thing’. I need an anchor too, but I can’t or want give up sending the kind words out there to others. I know that one day my blessing will come through. I have a heart, and it is not just there for me it is for others also.
Barbara Hart