I witnessed an act of violence this week, It left me strangely numb- others said it broke their heart, I was not undone.
Violence is a way of life when you live in sin and strife, Things that upset others are only to you the basics in life.
A strange response I thought to myself as I placed those memories back on the shelf, When a child is hurt the damage is done until that child meets the Son.
When the Son comes in the effects still remain- Yet in the Son is a response to the shame
I know my child what lays in your head, the feelings the memories, the things you dread
The violence the hurt the perversion and shame the memories the tension the crazy making games
They are not bigger or stronger or more worthy than me I overcame them for you when I was…
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