Saturday, June 01, 2013
Cutting Words: A Prayer
Cutting words questioning my judgment
Knife through my soul, sear my spirit.
Fatigue slows my reaction, sparing hurt
From rash response hurriedly spoken.
Grant me wisdom, O Lord, help me heal
Their pain that challenges authority.
Silence my raging scream; awaken love.
Bruised, I crave to return brutal shove.
Comfort me; stem the bleeding,
Let my vision see those needing
Hope, not contempt; an ear, not rebuke.
I breathe deeply, direct at myself a look.
Spur my courage, reveal slander's source
And from my response, my pride divorce.
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You write like David in the Psalms. I feel as if I'm reading a psalm in this writing. When I feel this way, I find much comfort in 1 Cor. 4:3.
So sorry you have been slandered - nothing worse. I noticed you didn't post a comment of mine, and I have to wonder if this post might partly come from my words. I simply wanted to know where you stand.
Sharon, Thank you for a compliment for which I feel quite unworthy. I tried to respond to your earlier comment by email and have today published a response. I hope it will help. You absolutely were not the person who hurt my feelings that day. The words were said face to face; I have recovered.
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