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Pain that cuts without incision, Tears that fall from depths within; Blows that make a strong heart stagger ~ Brought about by just a whim. Silent actions, with their dagger, Aimed at qualities I love; These developed from a lifetime To take safely home, above. I must put aside my teardrops, Wash the crimson blood away, And prepare for, yet, another Fresh assault, again, today. Are these, only from the tempter, Fiery darts to brush aside ~ When they feel like they'll be numbered With the giants of my life? I'm not nursing my inflictions To expand to life time threats. I am buffing up the edges, Not to fill life with regrets. For the torturous pain I suffer Is no different than He felt When the garden, sweetest chapel, Must consume the blood that fell. Love is measured by surrender, Splendid covering for our flaws; Good outdoing all the evil Planned, ignoring God's pure law. He will aid with my recovery ~ Teaching me (in every way) Wisdom, as I seek the precious Plan to follow every day. Then, at last, when I surrender, Open my eyes forevermore, I will reap rewards for seeking His way on this foreign shore. I trust Jesus as I travel Through this barren, thirsty land. I'll be grateful, even in Heaven, I could always feel His hand. |
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