Glory Through The Scars

Blinded by naivety,

The untouched Bibles warning me

I passed through the dusty thresh hold,

And what would come none could've foretold.

Masquerading behind their righteous acts they stood there loathing,

Little did we know that they were wolves in pure sheep’s clothing.

We failed to recognize the fire in their eyes.

We came with open arms but would be caught by surprise.

Quickly, I assumed that all I saw was genuine.

I thought that Christ was present in all who would come in.

We grew and grew to reach God's goal,

But pains and trials would be the toll.

A chance to take the Promised Land, they had all that was needed.

Because of pride and selfish deeds, to our plea, they never heeded.

Though try and try again we tried, they chose to ignore it.

They chose to go the other way, trudging back to Egypt.

“Blood is thicker than water,” their family ties stood strong,

“You ain't from around here, therefore you don't belong.”

Their family took precedent above the Savior's blood.

Rituals were thicker than the Water of the Word.

A dark, dark night was heartless.

That cold, cold night, relentless

When the people took my dearest friend.

We thought that it might have no end.

And in this night, this cold dark night, with words, the wolves attacked.

The wolves assaulted viciously, to stab every heart and back.

Some merciful would stand to hold and fight though they were few.

Yet her innocence was left there, bleeding on the pew.

My eyes were opened wide to all the fallacies of man.

I learned that not all churchgoers were following God’s plans.

Tradition, rebellion, and apathy ruin opportunity.

Pride, greed, and selfish deeds destroy all unity.

And so I came to hate the wolves; I wanted them all to die.

My bitterness surrounded me, and all I could do was cry.

So long I fought to break that mold which they all forced on me.

I mocked their fate; I told God consequences that should be.

“The way we’ve always done it,” their words ringing in my ears.

‘What about God’s way?’ I thought, bringing me back to tears

 I screamed out to my Savior, who reminded me of my hate,

“My child, I died for their sins as yours. Who are you to judge their fate?”

“Anything but love them,” I fervently pleaded with Him

“I can't do that! How could I simply forgive their sins?”

But He had spoken lovingly, and I knew my task.

In light of my Jesus' sacrifice, it wasn't too much to ask.

Loving the unlovable, my perspective changed.

God put mercy in my heart. My attitude rearranged.

Their potential gone, I soon was bound by grief.

I gave my best to reach their lives, despite their unbelief.

And to this day, that church has stayed within its four old walls,

But we've moved on to the Promised Land and followed all God's calls.

And now my wounds have healed with time, but God has left the scars

As reminders of Christ's love and innocence gladly given for all.