Journey from God to God

By Chrissy Girard

Ms. Girard was raised in a strict Catholic home by loving parents and has the best sister one could possibly ask for. She turned to drugs to fi t in and her fairy tale upbringing turned into a nightmare. She writes about her struggle with drugs, her three boys, her crazy life, her time in prison and how God miraculously saved her from herself. She hopes by sharing her experiences it helps those going thru maybe a similar situation or opens others eyes to the incredible love of God. A Journey from god to GOD is her life in poetry and then some.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 22, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465377128

Chrissy Girard

Ms. Girard was raised in a strict Catholic home by loving parents and has the best sister one could possibly ask for. She turned to drugs to fi t in and her fairy tale upbringing turned into a nightmare. She writes about her struggle with drugs, her three boys, her crazy life, her time in prison and how God miraculously saved her from herself. She hopes by sharing her experiences it helps those going thru maybe a similar situation or opens others eyes to the incredible love of God. A Journey from god to GOD is her life in poetry and then some.

Book preview

Changing Times

Winter when I was little

Seemed to be oh so brittle

Much, much colder then

Yes, can remember when

Summer at the club house

Once mom made me squash a mouse

Playing on the Meramec

Can’t get those times back

Dad pushing us on the rope swing

Around the campfire boy did we sing?

Mom in the kitchen Dad by the grill

Those were the days oh what a thrill

One day mom told us to pack

The next summer we didn’t go back

I returned once with my boys

We even drug all their toys

Much to my dismay an electric line was down and we couldn’t stay

We hauled everything back up the hill

This time when I left I felt a chill

The clubhouse as I remember wasn’t fit for a contender

It is now a place of the past

Strange how good things never last

Traded Love

Growing up my life was grand

I had the best mom and dad in the land

I didn’t know that people fought

Or how evil they thought

I thank the Lord above

All I knew growing up was Love

We went to church every Sunday

And before ate we would always pray

I was sheltered and so naive

Don’t know where I learned to deceive

Or what caused my dependency

I turned my back on reality

Causing everyone grief

I turned into a thief

Lying, stealing and getting high

Traded, was a life full of love…. Why?

Guess Who?

I once knew a girl

She had lots of curl

She took a hit

And that was it

Poor girl lost it all

Thought she was having a ball

Life’s no longer the same

Nope …Not for this dame

This time there is no bail

Girl you’re going to jail

Cocaine

She makes me nervous

She makes me lie

She makes me, want to die

She has no mercy

For a second I’m numb

Now I’m back and feeling dumb

Who said it was OK

A relapse is expected

But now I feel lonely and rejected

I don’t quite understand

For it used to euphoria

Now it’s extreme paranoia

She gets to me every time

It doesn’t matter how she looked

I see her and bam I’m hooked

She can’t even visit my house

If she comes by for a stranger

She puts me in total danger.

No, she can’t be around me

I am so weak

I let her turn me into a freak

After she leaves me

I want her back

Almost have an attack

Then I calm down

And feel so dumb

This time she didn’t make me numb

She turned me into a psycho

You know a tweaker

Want to kick her with my sneaker

Wish I was stronger now it’s back to, Day one

Makes me mad to think what I’ve done.

My ropes are tight now