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Something funny

That I have discovered

The more I rely on my own strength

The weaker I become

Like Lucifer

I deny and separate

In so doing I wound myself

In fear I try to lift and carry it all

And so I fall

Broken

Again and again

I believe that God is the lesson in every wound

God is every gift, that comes unbidden

He is a patient, but strict teacher

Who wants what’s best for you

He will let you scream and yell

And shake your fists ’till you tire

And tears run down burning cheeks

Hot with anger turned cool in his oppressive grace

He is the little flame, that gently melts hearts of hardened ice

He forgives the unforgiven

Simply knowing, without a word

He takes the burden from your back

Though you gnash your teeth and fight for your “right” to suffer

He does it all, for no reason at all

For the great

And for the small

For the great…

For the small

For us all