Anger welling up inside Violence, abuse, theft, lies, ignorance, disrespect, malice It should not be like this This was not ever in the plan Not in my plan I was never going to have a broken home, a broken family Then it was broken..
no not broken..
torn..
gaping flapping bleeding, ripped apart..
irreparable Even then I thought that pain healed over time and in God's grace would add character and depth of insight to our hearts I never considered anger..
Anger so destructive Anger so irrational Anger so wild and uncontrollable Anger that intends to wound and then gouges the wound to inflict more pain Anger, savage in intensity, twisting, hiding, probing, smashing, laughing, cruel Anger that never allows a wound to heal but tears at it, infects it, scars it so badly..
until death comes to that part of the soul and it can feel no more Anger that punishes, destroys Anger that eats into the fabric of family, the depths of the soul, destroying the mind and heart of its host and everyone around them Anger that poisons, manipulates, whines, grows bitter Anger that rots, a stench that cannot be masked It should not be this way This is not by God's design Hatred.
Selfishness.
Pride.
Rebellion.
Destruction.
Sin.
This is us.
Man.
Woman.
Child.
Capable of atrocity every one.
Rude, offensive, stinking, decaying, sinful prideful hearts.
Trapped in this body of death.
I want blood, bloodshed, violence done This much pain has to be paid for.
Avenge this O God.
Blood spilled.
Punishment wrought.
Suffering.
Make him pay.
Let the wrath of God be poured out.
Hurt him Scar him Wound him Crush him Let his blood flow Destroy him Kill him Crucify him He was beaten, humiliated, flogged, scourged, He bled...
and bled...
He suffered, He paid He paid over and over..
every last ounce of vengeance brutally taken from His flesh He cried out under the weight of wrath, the full force of heaven's fury poured out on Him Nails hammered through His hands Flesh ripped from his frame, naked, rejected, scorned, jeered, mocked, shamed Jesus Christ He bled He died He paid It is finished Forgiveness is mine.
Full and free.
Vastly undeserved.
I must forgive.
Compelled by His love Not in part.
Not with reservation.
Not dependent on your sorrow or effort.
No conditions.
Just forgiveness So I can worship In joy, with tears, in freedom, with amazement This wonderful Jesus and awesome grace.
© Rachel Anne Flowerday 2010
no not broken..
torn..
gaping flapping bleeding, ripped apart..
irreparable Even then I thought that pain healed over time and in God's grace would add character and depth of insight to our hearts I never considered anger..
Anger so destructive Anger so irrational Anger so wild and uncontrollable Anger that intends to wound and then gouges the wound to inflict more pain Anger, savage in intensity, twisting, hiding, probing, smashing, laughing, cruel Anger that never allows a wound to heal but tears at it, infects it, scars it so badly..
until death comes to that part of the soul and it can feel no more Anger that punishes, destroys Anger that eats into the fabric of family, the depths of the soul, destroying the mind and heart of its host and everyone around them Anger that poisons, manipulates, whines, grows bitter Anger that rots, a stench that cannot be masked It should not be this way This is not by God's design Hatred.
Selfishness.
Pride.
Rebellion.
Destruction.
Sin.
This is us.
Man.
Woman.
Child.
Capable of atrocity every one.
Rude, offensive, stinking, decaying, sinful prideful hearts.
Trapped in this body of death.
I want blood, bloodshed, violence done This much pain has to be paid for.
Avenge this O God.
Blood spilled.
Punishment wrought.
Suffering.
Make him pay.
Let the wrath of God be poured out.
Hurt him Scar him Wound him Crush him Let his blood flow Destroy him Kill him Crucify him He was beaten, humiliated, flogged, scourged, He bled...
and bled...
He suffered, He paid He paid over and over..
every last ounce of vengeance brutally taken from His flesh He cried out under the weight of wrath, the full force of heaven's fury poured out on Him Nails hammered through His hands Flesh ripped from his frame, naked, rejected, scorned, jeered, mocked, shamed Jesus Christ He bled He died He paid It is finished Forgiveness is mine.
Full and free.
Vastly undeserved.
I must forgive.
Compelled by His love Not in part.
Not with reservation.
Not dependent on your sorrow or effort.
No conditions.
Just forgiveness So I can worship In joy, with tears, in freedom, with amazement This wonderful Jesus and awesome grace.
© Rachel Anne Flowerday 2010