Throughout my past, I have been hurt, degraded, loved, hated. Yes, I am relatively young, but I've experienced more than I wish to tell. I've posted on here a story about a little boy who fought for his life and won because of the power of GOD and the power of prayer....now I wish to tell you exactly what first got me to believe in the power of prayer. Nearly five months ago, I was saved by the grace of CHRIST. It is now that I know without a doubt that I am going to heaven. But it was before that when I was hurt so badly. The emotional pain was crippling. I didn't know which way was up for constantly looking down. I was hurting. I wrote poetry that if you all read it, you would think I was on the brink of suicide...and I was. But five months ago, only five months ago, I was saved. I was saved and I saw Light. I felt my cries of pain being heard. My poetry now is of the grace of CHRIST, no longer the pain I was feeling. I prayed my way out of a desparate situtation. I sing and dance, instead of cry and cut. Now you can't tell me there isn't any power in prayer. I am LIVING proof there is.