6/24/18
Blood...
Every drip reminds me,
of how much more He spilt for me.
Pain...
Every blow to the head,
I miss my family.
Dear God,
Walls.
On all four sides,
hear the screams of the enemy.
People.
Lined side by side,
in cells they can't escape or hide.
Dear God,
But they can't cage my heart.
You can't keep my spirit's breath from breathing,
or get my soul to stop singing.
Amid those that need help,
I see an opportunity-
to grow stronger than before
by spreading His love for all eternity.
Because my strength doesn't come from me.
Dear God,
I'll be somewhere better off if you kill me.
Dear God,
But no matter where I am,
Daer God,
You can't stop the fire of the Lion and the Lamb.
Dear God,
Blood...
Dear God,
Pain...
Oh dear God,
Walls.
People.
Shame.
Love.
"Jesus said, 'Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.' And they divided up his clothes by casting lots." -Luke 23:34
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