Webs woven in deceit
hiding truth in disguise.
grandmothers cover truth
as grandfathers convict...
Grandchildren ruined
from lost roads despair.
Learning hidden lives
to teach right highways...
Mothers mapping out detours
from own journeys in life.
Fathers paving backroads
to lure into safety...
Can I raise my children
to follow our Lord?
Not with intentions
to bring me emotional harm...
Please, Please Father
help me this day.
Keep me forever strong
as my heart is broken from hurt...
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I am sorry if this offends anyone as it is not my intentions...Yet my heart is hurting from some things that have happened with my parents that are about my kids...My past is nothing that I am proud of and yet my parents feel the need to paint my children a very bold picture...It makes it even harder to raise my kids as they have placed me under condemnation...It just seems that I can't do anything right and it makes me very upset that they would even do such a thing...Please pray for me as I think I am at a point where I can't even pray anymore...This is really hindering my walk with God...
Heavy Hearted
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Heavy Hearted
A poem that reaches into the depth of expectations. You are the destiny of your own path. Your children know you since babes. If they are caught up in the storm for a while they will return to you. They will not always see eye to eye with you. But under the grace of God and the priorities you raised them with they will return with open arms. May not seem healthy but love them all even when they are wrong. This shows who you are. It may not be easy but the results are excellent. Time and pain tend to make us loose sight of truth. Truth sets us free. Perseverence reaps rewards. Prayer eases the agony of the confusion. Our Lord is there for every trial. Love and Prayers, Don
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Thanks hun...and will take your words to heart as mine is really broken...I stand for truth in a prison filled with lies and the people who tell them...I try to show my children constantly that I love them...even when I am blood red with fury at them...I do tend to go off at times yet I think we all do...This storm the hurt is so overbearing that it seems to have opened up wounds from my childhood that I didn't know I had...Needless to say...I thank you always for your love and support and for every encouraging word you pass on to me...You are truly a real blessing to have in ones life...
Love
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