ronda.  will keep your sister in prayer.
Jen and MAMA-Star
"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble 
remembering how to fly."
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----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Rhonda Partain" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Thursday, February 23, 2006 12:30 AM
Subject: Re: I Am Meth


> My sister Amy just got out of jail due to drug related activities.  She 
> has
> stolen money, jewelry, had her children taken from her, lied, forged
> prescriptions, done all manner of things just to get a fix!
> How awfully sad.  She is now at my parents house, don't think her six 
> month
> stay behind bars changed her any, she said she could get drugs there too,
> such a sad thing, and so many others hurt!!
> Rhonda
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: The Electronic Church [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of Rhonda Partain
> Sent: Thursday, February 23, 2006 12:25 AM
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Re: I Am Meth
>
> My  sister Amy just got
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: The Electronic Church [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of Phil Scovellout of jail for drug related problems!
> She copied down this poem and gave it to our mother,  she is back at my
> parents house, don't think she has changed any from her six months in 
> jail.
>
> Such a sad thing, and so true too.
> Rhonda
> Sent: Wednesday, February 22, 2006 11:34 PM
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: I Am Meth
>
> I AM METH
>
>
> Author Unknown
>
> This was written by a young Indian girl who was in jail for drug
> charges, and was addicted to meth.  She wrote this while in jail.
> As you will soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug,
> as she tells in this simple, yet profound poem.
>
>     She was released from jail, but, true to her story, the drug
> owned her.  They found her dead not long after, with the needle
> still in her arm.
>
> Please keep praying for our Children, Teens, and Young adults.
> Understand, this thing is worse than any of us realize.
>
>
>
> My Name: "Is Meth
> I destroy homes, I tear families apart,
> take your children, and that's just the start.
> I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
> The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
> If you need me, remember I'm easily found,
> I live all around you - in schools and in town.
> I live with the rich; I live with the poor,
> I live down the street, and maybe next door.
> I'm made in a lab, but not like you think,
> I can be easily made under the kitchen sink;
> In your child's closet; even in the woods,
> If this scares you to death, it certainly should.
> I have many names, but there's one you know best,
> I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is meth.
> My power is awesome; try me you'll see,
> But if you do, you may never break free.
> Just try me once and I might let you go,
> But try me twice, and I'll own your soul.
> When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie,
> You do what you have to -- just to get high.
> The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms
> Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel through your lungs, nose,
> and arms.
> You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad,
> When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
> But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised,
> I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.
> I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
> I turn people from God, and separate friends.
> I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride,
> I'll be with you always -- right by your side.
> You'll give up everything - your family, your home,
> Your friends, your money, then you'll be alone.
> I'll take and take, till you have nothing more to give,
> When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live.
> If you try me be warned - this is no game,
> If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.
> I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind,
> I'll own you completely, your soul will be mine.
> The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed,
> The voices you'll hear, from inside your head.
> The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see,
> I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
> But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart,
> That you are mine, and we shall not part.
> You'll regret that you tried me, they always do,
> But you came to me, not I to you.
> You knew this would happen, many times you were told,
> But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
> You could have said no, and just walked away,
> If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
> I'll be your master, you will be my slave,
> I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
> Now that you have met me, what will you do?
> Will you try me or not?  It's all up to you.
> I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
> Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.
>
>
> It's Jesus
> www.SafePlaceFellowship.com