Story Of The Paper -Mary Pacis

Credits to Google and Alice.

Credits to Google and Alice.

I am being torn from my home,

And all thats within me.

Torn into pieces….


I was innocent and pure,

But now am written with words so vulgar,

Words of hatred.

I feel so alone…



My world is shaking.

WAIT- It is not.

I am being lifted!

By whom?

Who is this man?

All the pain,


All my sins,


I am brought anew!

Rejoice! Rejoice!

But my question remains,

Who is this man?

He takes a pen and writes.

I Am…

The Son of God and The Son of Man.

I Am,

The Great provider,

The Bread of Life.

I Am,

The Living water,

The Defender of the weak.

I Am,

The Light of the world,

and The Fishers of Men.

The Prince of Life, 

The Conqueror of death,

Restorer of Faith,

and The Uplifted Savior…


He wrote,

But being myself, I did not believe.

This man?


If He could make me fly, then I would believe.


What is He doing?

He’s throwing me?


Have mercy on me!

I have done no wrong!

Then He said unto me

“Do not be afraid, for I am with you.

Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God.

I will strengthen you and help you.

I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.”


I flew.

– Mary Pacis

Credits to: My Dear Friend Shayne.


This poem was created when my friend Shayne tore a pad paper.


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