The gifts will continue to stack up

while you curse His blessing

Even while you mock His greatest creation

you will always have enough but I hold what you didn’t ask for

He cries for you

while you do what was done to you

Wounded and guarded

they pray for guidance while I carry them

Together we maneuver your obstacle course because

I refuse to hide your bad marketing

He cries for you

while you do what was done to you

You sing your own praise to all who can hear

You thank Him for divine gifting but don’t see what is in front of you

Depravity has been born out of neglect

While you shut me out in fear

He cries for you

while you do what was done to you

Keep tearing me down while you push them away

Don’t listen to me even though I speak through honest hearts

Ignore my communication and spite my questions

Only see the distraction instead of what I hold in my hands

He cries for you

while you do what was done to you

Note: As with any art what you see or hear is relative. I don’t usually explain any part of my poetry but the message on my heart while I wrote this is so important. The subject of this poem is so many people who are believers who don’t love people because people hurt them and stole their trust; there are so many of us. “I” is the Holy Spirit. “He” is Jesus. “They” are the messengers he has placed in our lives to show us something we need to heal. If you want to be healed Jesus knows what you need. Trust him. You can’t always trust your eyes & ears. If you have been abused your eyes & ears may have scars. Believers can’t rely on the sword and the law; we are no longer subject to the law because the life of Jesus will lead you in all righteousness.

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