Words

Words rip and tear through flesh and bone, to settle on a broken

heart. Lies and slander, misconception and mistrust. These are

their desired ends. I will not succumb to such things. These words,

these vicious hurtful things serve only to divide. Let it never be.

They fall off lips and echo in the soul, a failed attempt to leave

this sorrow. They break, they destroy, and all they leave is pain.

She hurts me with such things. She doesnt trust me. She doesn't

believe me when I say who and what I am now. Nor can she

escape the lies inside her head. She is beautiful. She does not

know. She is kind. She does not know. She is loved. Even so,

she does not know. So i am broken. Hurt and confused. The

enemy comes. He speaks to my pride, "Break her," he says,

"as she did you". I wrestle with myself against such wicked lies.

Against that old proud man. My King breaks through voices

deep in my mind and speaks. "Did I not love you as you spat

in my face?", "Did i not love you as you ran your own way?",

"Did I not die for you?", "How can you do any less?". The

answer comes, "I can't Lord, Help me" So now i fight

against these words, against such lies and pride. Day to day

I struggle, against my wretched self. In such times I run to him.

I must love, for my king loves me.