Never feeling as part of
Or knowng the sense of belonging
Never truly seeing the love
Shown by you to other who just grab
Never returning and always taking
Never thanking yet always receiving
Looking within and seeing whats grim
Unholy and shameful
Looking without and seeing no difference
Even when tried to live
Feeling no part of this earthly coil
Yet no part of any heavenly gain
What rushing fears being left behind
Disasterous anger at hope defered
eclipse with raging lusts of depravity
Born of unclean lips and heart
Even still not part of this world
Nor it seems allowed the next
But in it none the less
To what end
Maybe a vessel of honor
Or of shame to be discarded
Who am I to question
What defence have I
The words to be uttered forth
Is that it be done as is willed
Not mine ... destruction would ensue
But in Him from whom all grace issues
AS ALWAYS, YOUR WRITING POWERFULLY REACHES INTO THE READER'S SOUL TO CLOSELY IDENTIFY WITH YOUR JOURNEY.
ANOTHER WORK OF EXCELLENCE, MY BROTHER!
In His Love, Rhonda