Tag Archives: Hatred

HATRED

13 Sep

Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer: and ye know that no murderer hath eternal life abiding in him.” 1 John 3:15

 

Hatred, like a canker,

eats even to the most

tender part of the soul.

It rests at the edge of love,

volleying back and forth,

pretending to be one,

and then another.

It separates father and son,

brother and sister,

spirit and soul,

mind and body.

It lives by many names,

anger, jealousy, rage,

all dividing,

all destroying,

all pulling asunder,

that which once was one.

But whether it manifests

as rightful or wrongful,

it stands firm to one truth,

the end thereof is death.

Come, Sweet Jesus,

and purge this cancer,

that it will have no claim,

on this life I call Yours.

 

 

Written 9-1-2000

A Moment In Time

19 Aug
And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.” John 8:32


Satan takes a moment in time,

and creates a most horrible incident,

that scars and fractures,

our views and beliefs,

for the rest of our lives.


He strategically places in our path,

demonized souls – the mentally ill,

some that say that they come

in the name of the Lord,

to steal our innocence,

fill us with fear,

and distort the way we view

every person, every sound,

every surrounding, every shape,

every race, every fragrance,

from that day forward.


We cower consciously for months or years,

subconsciously for decades,

trying to walk past the anxieties

we may not understand.


We displace the anger and hurt onto the innocent,

often onto those people we love the most,

justifying our behavior with false truths,

and attempting Biblical justification,

but knowing deep inside,

our actions were wrong,

yet not knowing how to stop,

and feeling deeper and deeper guilt,

because of it.


We blame God for not being there,

we run from the very presence

that can bring us healing.


We run from others,

we run from ourselves,

we run from every possible circumstance,

that could possibly bring us pain.

We run and run and run,

until we are unable to take,

another step.


It’s at that moment,

when we can run no farther,

when we cry out to others for answers,

when we cry out to God for help,

that Jesus can draw close.


It’s in that time that we can see,

that He was with us,

all the time,

crying with our pain,

holding us as we wept in the night,

waiting for us to call upon Him,

to heal the brokenness

we can no longer endure.


In that breaking moment,

when Satan’s shackles are broken away,

when our mind is refreshed,

and our vision restored,

that healing comes,

wave by wave,

washing, cleansing, renewing.


Prejudice is lost,

fear is captured,

hatred is banished,

anger subdued,

life restored.


Come Lord Jesus.



Written - 9-29-2000