I stand in the hearing of the foolish, oh my childlike spirit gets punctured not once, not twice by the bullets of the ignorant.
The murmuring of those appalling words I knew but didn’t want to hear, yet I must stand and listen. Be kind. Be meek. Be gentle. Be selfless. Be be be..is what I tell myself. Don’t let them know of your agony. Listen to them talk and let them know not when you hurt. Wear the bulletproof vest, but oh it’s no longer bulletproof.
What shall I do, when I must see and let them not know that I am fazed by it. My vest can no longer take it. Shall I still walk in, let them believe that I am..i am..i..i..am. what am I?
I am an innocent minded child loved by her Heavenly Father.
I trusted and cared dearly…was I the fool?
Those words that once meant the most now bring an aching memory to my being.
As my flesh desires to sit in despair my spirit calls out to the Lord.
Yes, I shall worship my Lord even now.
O’ how in the midst of the uncertainty the Lord remains faithful and faithful He shall always be to His faithful servant.
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