POISON ARROWS
Some days I wonder why the Lord had me write some of these poems - expressing some deep pain and trauma which people have shared with me over the years. Other days I get to see how the Lord has used what has been expressed to help someone and I'm humbled and grateful!
She saw the envy on your face
Your mean remarks were meant to pierce!
Each little dig designed just right,
And though you smiled, your eyes were fierce.
Your words cut deep, they hit the mark.
A knife was twisting deep inside!
The pain o'erwhelmed her spirit. Crushed,
To nurse her wounds, she chose to hide.
Your poisoned arrows tried to wreck
All that is dear, you see.
She went to Jesus in her pain
He heard her prayers and agony,
And Jesus said, "Forgive them child,
They know not what they do.
Forgive, forgive, forgive again,
Just as I forgive you.”
And through her tears, she saw your need,
Your pain, that made you shamefully
Hurl all those insults as you thought
She was your bitter enemy.
She mourns and grieves what could have been
And with God's Grace, yes, she forgives!
His Spirit will refresh her soul
In joy again she breathes and lives.
In love she does extend her hand,
It's yours to hold if you so choose.
Love keeps no records of the wrongs,
For if it did, then she would lose.
Karin Ristau

She saw the envy on your face
Your mean remarks were meant to pierce!
Each little dig designed just right,
And though you smiled, your eyes were fierce.
Your words cut deep, they hit the mark.
A knife was twisting deep inside!
The pain o'erwhelmed her spirit. Crushed,
To nurse her wounds, she chose to hide.
Your poisoned arrows tried to wreck
All that is dear, you see.
She went to Jesus in her pain
He heard her prayers and agony,
And Jesus said, "Forgive them child,
They know not what they do.
Forgive, forgive, forgive again,
Just as I forgive you.”
And through her tears, she saw your need,
Your pain, that made you shamefully
Hurl all those insults as you thought
She was your bitter enemy.
She mourns and grieves what could have been
And with God's Grace, yes, she forgives!
His Spirit will refresh her soul
In joy again she breathes and lives.
In love she does extend her hand,
It's yours to hold if you so choose.
Love keeps no records of the wrongs,
For if it did, then she would lose.
Karin Ristau

Comments
Words do hurt---and you can't take them back.. It's like trying to squeeze toothpaste back in the tube. 'Taint possible!!! We all need to watch what we say.
Hugs,
Betsy
It always works. :)