The ministry was called Rags to Riches. God did a transformation in my life and delivered me from a lot of pain that I was carrying. I wrote the following poem this morning during that last class. This is not from me. It was a message I received from God.
Rags to Riches
Fear, shame, guilt and condemnation
Knock at the door.
She hides under the bed crouched against the
Cold bare floor.
Scared, shaking, and nervous she fights
For something new.
Sitting quietly she stares at Heaven and cries
“Lord, tell me what to do.”
Drop your chains and throw down what
You have known.
Walk with me and none of those lie
You will own.
Stand up, stand up I say!
Crawl out of the ditches.
Take off the old and transform from
Rags to Riches.
By: Atlee McSpadden
Rags to Riches Conference 2011
