He's like the lightning in the sky each time I feel it near. The beauty of its pretty color sinks beneath my fear.
Have I abandoned you?
As so many times you have deserted me?
Did I take away your courage?
Your will to ask for what you want?
Have I stolen your secrets?
The inner feelings of your soul?
Did I shatter your world?
As I shattered your dreams of our endurance?
Are you weakened at heart?
Finding it hard to find one breath of life?
Do you feel deserted?
As I have abandoned you?
I’m sorry.
10-6-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Being deserted, it’s not so fun.
Being betrayed, it’s not so nice.
When people hurt you…
It really hurts.
Why do people want to hurt the people they love?
Could it be they don’t love them?
And if they don’t, how do they think they do?
Don’t they know it hurts to guess
When being wrong will crush someone else?
Don’t they know playing games will only get someone hurt?
Jesus… He was deserted.
He was betrayed.
Only He knows as well as anybody
The price of loving those who don’t love you.
He knows the brutal agony.
God… He’s the only way to love.
His loves comforts, protects, and endures.
Oh how I love the love of God.
It is my source of life.
10-16-18 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
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