Sitting, and Being Still
I saw You Lord
You ripped Your sword across its chest
Again through its chest and through its neck
Thought its bone claws pinned me down
Though its ravenous chest lusted to consume me
Though its shadowed face peered into me
Taking my hope and flooding me with apathy
You were faithful to defend
Thank You
Still I attempt to hold on to the apathy
Because I'm simply furious at those
Who pushed me into becoming what I'm not
I'm still seething at those who think me so little
I'm still abhorred at their self-pity in my suffering
I'm still provoked by their blabbering
As I sat in the ashes and wept
But I choose peace.
I choose freedom.
I choose forgiveness, predecessor of the former.
I still sit here shell shocked.
But the glimmer of life has returned to my eyes.
I know the Lord has carried me through
the valley of the shadow of death.
I know He is with me,
I know He has delivered me,
And I know that He loves me.
So I will let go, and rest in Him.
"Be still, and know that I am God."
So unexpected were the circumstances
by which I arrived!