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Topic: IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL (don't write about the song) (04/02/15)
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TITLE: Hatred�s Prisoner, Heaven�s Peace | Previous Challenge Entry
By Charla Diehl
04/08/15 -
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But what lay on my horizon cut my heart and soul clear through
The words exploded in my ears, their shrapnel pierced me deep
My love would not be coming home, war’s ugliness inside seeped
I was hatred’s prisoner, its barbed words made me bleed
I’ll not love the enemy who killed the man I so need
His smile was like a rainbow that dazzled in the sun
How could You let him die when our lives had just begun
I shook my fists, said angry words at the God I thought I knew
But with every empty passing day, apart from Him I grew
My pain was unbearable, grief’s strength squeezed like a vice
Sympathetic words rung hollow with their biblical advice
Lonely days, then weeks turned into months of lonely blurs
Polluted with hate and fear--what was dead began to stir
And God would not give up on me, His love is far too grand
This death that I was living had to stop--He had a plan
A flowered breeze caressed my cheek one early morn in Spring
And a lovely feathered messenger to me began to sing
Something in the melody of that bird’s sweet serenade
Pricked my heart, love streamed in--life-robbing hate began to fade
Gazing out my window, as if it were my very first time
I was captured by the beauty of this Spring at its prime
Bright blue skies and pastel blooms dressed tulips standing proud
Tender grass tickled underfoot--I giggled, but not too loud
Emotions once disallowed by me were welcomed back
Quietly what was lost survived hell's dark attack
Love came in a whisper but I heard it loud and clear
You are my precious daughter, come close and do not fear
God bent low and gently held my eager trembling hand
Child, let go of all that’s only Mine to understand
And suddenly heaven’s peace filled me to the brim
Heart and soul He mended, gratefulness I send to Him
Psalm 116: 3-4, 6-7 (NKJV) . . .I found trouble and sorrow. Then I called upon the name of the Lord: “O Lord, I implore You, deliver my soul!” . . .I was brought low, and He saved me. Return to your rest, O my soul, for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.
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