Shattered Glass Life After Abuse

Words can stab Words can pierce Make us bleed Not ready to receive Not spoken by the King Out of timing-- they seem mean. photo credit: written in blood by star95 deviantart Drip, drip, stab--pierce--bleed Therefore, when words hurt, We must forgive the one Who has spoken and Filter as received, covered In grace by His blood. Drip, drip, stab--pierce--bleed Well-meaners, do-gooders, Advice, without knowing That embraced acceptance Is always needed first. Love proceeds instruction. Drip, drip, stab--pierce--bleed Too soon, unready to receive. Dig deep to forgive, Photo Credit: Elyra Coacalia Deviantart Cover in grace, Filter in love, Please the King, An audience of One, Surrender alone to His lead. He will never cause you to bleed, But lead you to heal - In His timing. Drip, drip, stab--pierce--bleed You didn't know my need. You didn't live Through my life. Oblivious - Out of sight-- Two paths converge o...

Opposites are the Same Do you see my smile? A tear roll down my face. Two emotions collide to be one. Seasons change but stay the same. If I crawl, will you stand If I try, will you hold my hand? Stay by me, See me through this fall I don't like the RED, wipe it away The hot makes me cold in the soul. Do you see me cry? A curve shapes on my lips. Opposites are one of the same, Both are needed or nothings gained. If I stumble, will you lift If I stop, will you wait for me? Stay by me, See me die to live I don't like the RED, it cuts so deep Gushing inside they say she never bleeds.

The preacher says we are all the body of Christ...that each member is necessary, a part that functions in unison with all others, but God, in this life--in our time spent on earth--in present day local churches, this is not really true. It sounds good, repeated over and over, because the Bible says so and therefore we all should. But churches seek the best, the ones that fit their mold, the ones who meet their mission, the one that helps their goal. They keep track of numbers, saving all the souls, running them through baptism, collecting them in the fold. But those of us with broken parts, not shiny like the rest, we hear what no one else hears, we feel words with our soul, we sense when something isn't right, therefore we get left out in the cold. Who wants to work with such a pain, she is trouble where she goes, she stirs the pot and sifts for truth, she sees the thorns and not the rose. Why can't she just be silent, "if you don't like...