Once troubled by the way my mind is taken by illusions
How quickly apt I am to run and jump into conclusions
The tightness felt across my chest while thinking all the worst
I’d say I loved, but lived a lie, for Love thinks highly first
Yet it took this place to analyze the truer side of me
To come to see the confidence and comfort that could be
Now I see the lines so clear, and I respect their boundaries set
To waste the freedom in those lines is now what I’d regret
First curiosity bid me come and watch a man already there
But it took a brother and a friend to show me how to share
I only wish that I still had the trust he saw in me
To take me here and fill me up with no antipathy
For now I stand much richer in the gifts he freely gave
To be myself and lose that lonely image that I’d save
I’m understanding living all the lessons that he taught
While somehow I’m abandoned in the ones that he forgot
I never crossed the line he fears that others say we did
Nor could I, for I value much the treasures his heart hid
I only hope and pray that I can show him once again
That he didn’t waste one ounce of trust in calling me his friend
Author notes
Proverbs 6:30-31
"Men do not despise a thief if he steals
to satisfy his hunger when he is starving.
Yet if he is caught, he must pay sevenfold,
though it costs him all the wealth of his house."
That which the thief has stolen from me shall he repay seven times over, declares the Lord!
Psalm 79:11-13
"May the groans of the prisoners come before you;
by the strength of your arm
preserve those condemned to die.
Pay back into the laps of our neighbors seven times
the reproach they have hurled at you, O Lord.
Then we your people, the sheep of your pasture,
will praise you forever;
from generation to generation
we will recount your praise."
Oh Lord, you've brought me to this place of confident understanding and living, and yet Satan has robbed me of the trust it took to get here, and which I so highly valued! Restore what was stolen from me, I pray thee! In Christ's name, Amen.
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Comments
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And I agree with you in that prayer my friend. Allow the LORD to do the restoring, for He does all things well.
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