“Show mercy.” He commands.
\n“Show compassion.”
\nAnd although many would lash out
\nStomp their feet
\nSling mud and lies
\nAnd get angry over the injustice…
\nAnd things far worse than you realize
\nEven things I’m yet unaware of
\nHe knows.
\nHe saw everything.
\nHe heard the whispers
\nBehind licked doors.
\nHe is everywhere observing
\nAnd He came to my rescue
\nWhen I was at my weakest point.
\n“Jesus!” I cried.
\n“Take the wheel because I can’t do this on my own.”
\nSo He did and I trusted and had faith
\nThat He would deliver me.
\nI begged Him for my purpose
\nUnfulfilled by a breached soul contract
\nBut He witnessed me put in the work.
\nHe saw me try.
\nHe watched as I stumbled
\nAnd when I fell flat in my face
\nEndured The Dark Night Of The Soul
\nI barely survived,
\nI awoke.
\nAnd He answered my prayers
\nShielded me.
\nProtected me.
\nThe angels,they surrounded me.
\nMy ancestors waged war on my behalf
\nAs I continued working on myself
\nAnd prepare to walk into my propose
\nThe reason I’m here.
\nBy His grace, I was saved.
\nBy His love, I am delivered.
\nBy His mercy, I found peace.
\nAnd as His daughter, I wanted to make Him proud-
\nI wanted my ancestors,
\nThe only family I have that truly values me
\nRally the troops and sent for reinforcements
\nBy waking up the ancients.
\nFrom Celts, Vikings, and Barbarians
\nI am descended.
\nA family of warriors
\nWhose blood courses through my veins.
\nThrough Him I was healed.
\nWhen I was weak, He was my strength
\nAnd without Him, I’d be nothing.
\nWith Him, I can do anything.
\nI am valued and I’m loved
\nUnconditionally.
\nForgiven
\nUnconditionally.
\nEmbraced and held within His arms
\nIndefinitely.
\nI owe my existence to God
\nWho constructed me into the womb
\nOf the person who gave me life.
\nBut I was never her child,
\nI am and always shall be
\nHis.<\/p>\n
I love all who persecuted me.
\nI forgive you all with sincerity
\nFrom the endless depths of my being.
\nWhat you did to me
\nIs inexcusable
\nHeinous
\nDevilry
\nNo words in the thesaurus can describe
\nThe evil
\nAnd within my life I never dreamed
\nI’d live to witness the raw reality
\nOf all the Seven Deadly Sins.
\nI can see much
\nFeel the energy pull
\nBut am not God this much remained hidden.
\nAnd all I requested was an apology
\nTo listen and learn
\nGain perspective and comfort them
\nFor the weight of the burden of it.
\nNo matter how badly someone hurts me,
\nThe last thing I want to see is someone I know
\nFace justice, judgment, and karma.
\nThrice I asked.
\nOnly one considered
\nBut backed down
\nOut of countless people.
\nThey accepted blood money
\nFrom inheritance stolen
\nExpectations of life insurance
\nAnd the idea of selling my organs
\nTo cover the gas money.
\nNow conspiring to have me arrested or sued
\nUnder false pretenses
\nThe local law paid off
\nThe justice system in the county
\nThough I have an inner knowing there are some
\nWho wouldn’t compromise their integrity,
\nOf that I know
\nBut not their names.
\nSo much money spent
\nSeeking my death
\nWhen that money could have gone to better use
\nBy helping those in need,
\nThose who struggle
\nThose impoverished
\nThose in far worse positions than I,
\nAnd I assure you, there are.
\nEach person has a story to tell
\nThis is but a fraction of mine
\nAnd what I desire
\nUs yours
\nWhoever you may be reading these words.
\nI don’t ask for your secrets
\nThose are yours to keep
\nBut I promise, I’m a safe place
\nThat will help you shoulder the burden of them
\nIf at all you need to
\nAnd you have nowhere to turn.<\/p>\n
It’s amazing how open my eyes are to
\nThe reality of who is true and who is false
\nWhen it comes down to it.
\nWho stood by my side without fail?
\nGod.
\nWho had my back when death was thrown
\nHastily my way?
\nGod.
\nWho shouldered my burdens, as there were many?
\nGod.
\nWho drew me from the destructive flames
\nAnd helped me become the flame that illuminates?
\nGod.
\nWho helped me heal?
\nGod.
\nWho did I turn through countless betrayals?
\nGod.
\nWho sheltered me and protected me from the storms?
\nGod.
\nWho showed me mercy when I did wrong?
\nGod.
\nWho pointed out where I needed to be checked?
\nGod.
\nWho showed me the wonders of miracles?
\nGod.<\/p>\n
Remembering in my youth the phrase,
\n“What Would Jesus Do?”
\nI find a whole new miracle in that
\nAnd that is the way in which we should walk.
\nCrush the heads of serpents and scorpions
\nAnd live by compassion and unfailing love.
\nAnd through all this, I love more fiercely
\nThan ever before
\nAs in the Bible we are all supposed to
\nWalk in line with the teachings of Jesus Christ
\nAnd tis is how I choose to live
\nAnd move forward.
\nJesus showed more compassion than anger
\nWhich is why I can still forgive
\nBut I cannot forget.
\nI have cast aside and done away with
\nEverything and everyone who no longer serves.
\nI choose to say without hesitation…
\n“I still love you” and mean it
\nBut from now on from a distance.
\nI pray you show compassion and love for others
\nIn your future.
\nI pray that you walk in line with your purpose.
\nI pray you seek Him
\nAnd find His grace.
\nBy the blood of Jesus
\nI pray for you.
\nAnd I forgive you.
\nYou all can do better than what you have
\nAnd I mean that in the light.
\nCome back to it. It’s where you’re supposed to be.
\nDon’t turn away
\nRun toward.
\nAnd feel His compassion
\nAnd show the same to others in the future.
\nAmen.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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