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Thursday, December 15, 2011

A Repentance

Our house bursting with joy.
Until I burst it with one sentence.
Causing their hearts to scatter.
Turning home into ice.
Blanketing it with silence only.
And I want to hang my head.
Cry at the mess I've made tonight.
And wonder how it's going to be right again.
When I have the power to make it so wrong.
One sentence.
Oh, God!  Free me from this body of death.
Destruction.
Show me a different way, Lord.
Strengthen me to reach for it.
To travel the high road, even if it's hard.
Even when I'm ugly.
Fallen.
Papa lift me to be like You.
Love.

Bernadette

2 comments:

  1. It comes. The forgiveness does come.And so does the reconciliation, and healing. From one who has been there more times than I care to count,praying it comes quick.
    :)
    <3
    R

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  2. Had an opportunity like this in our home today. Jesus hears and He redeems. Thank you for sharing this poem of truth, forgiveness, second chances and hope.

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