A repost of what I wrote after Kathi banned me, so it seems very fitting for today, too.
Crucify Me
Crucify me,
Beat me,
Whip me,
Hurt me.
I don't matter,
I don't matter anymore.
You need me to be like you,
Subscribing to and living
Your idea of holiness.
But I am not that person.
I cry myself to sleep,
Hurt beyond measure
By those I thought friends.
It is indeed true that
Christians are the only army who
Shoot their own wounded,
Force them to recover on their own.
But it is okay.
The tears weld my eyes shut in sleep,
But I wish for them to be
Welded shut in death.
Oh God, please let me die.
1 comment:
Victoria,
I love you and care too. You have many friends that care.We all have more than we know or can count. Glad you are are part of my life because I learn and grow by your seeing your unwavering faith, kindness, love, care, concern. The joy you share of your life with me and others. You have values and you share them and live by them. You have demonstrated such understanding of yourself and how to discipline. You are such an inspiration, challenge, joy, example, and dear friend. You are one of the bedrock friends. Thank you. May God continually bless you, give you strength, hope, peace, love, and every good thing. Also, His presence and the Fruit of His Spirit. Fruit of the Tree of Life is a joy to behold.I rejoice in such beauty God has provided us in you. =-)
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