Poem: Dear Old Wounds
You appear and disappear like a feeling
No matter how hard I try, I can't avoid the movements
You flow down my face like ice
The pain is frequently too overwhelming to bear
I sense you lurking in my thoughts, trying to take away my happiness
My mind, your playground
My heart, your hometown
My memory, your courtyard
My pain, your reward
Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us
Ephesians 3:20 KJV
Yet I shall no more pursue devotion with you
I will stand tall against your interference
I am aware of my own strength
A divine purpose is challenging, not simple!
Dear old wounds, why you play so rough?
I'm designed for challenging paths,
I thrive from each tear that accompanies my sorrow
Fear not: for I am with thee
Isaiah. 43;5 KJV
The impact of these ancient wounds is clear,
Yet in my heart, your memory stays near.
You nourish me with dread, your closest friend,
Binding me in shadows, where my hopes descend.
For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD
Jeremiah 29:11 KJV
Yet the God I worship, who loves me so dear,
Guards my dreams closely, I've nothing to fear.
Dear old wounds, dear lessons, you've played your part,
But for a greater purpose, you must depart.
Your pain weaves a tale that’s not just mine,
My triumph is certain, in faith I shine.
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