"...think of yourself with sober judgment."
|1)As I lay on my bed freezing;
there are words I've spoken that left people's hearts awake.
What words of mine continue to resound in them;
of hurt, I didn't realize I've inflicted...
5)Words are sticks,
words are rocks.
The problem isn't with rocks because everyone knows they break bones.
Everyone knows who is at fault,
what to give, what to take away,
10)and how to heal when it hurts you the most.
The problem is with needles;
those sharp words that create wounds nobody knows;
those broken roads you didn't know were bumpy until you had to cross;
that sweet poison of the enemy that has kept you sick and bedridden.
15)Or what words have I sprinkled as fine salt,
landed in someone's fine cuisine;
or has it been the burn of alcohol
washing the blood away;
they accuse me of the pain,
20)not of its healing.
But how many gentle words are spoken to me in the secret place?
In my suffering, how many whispers comfort me softly?
The gentle beating of "It is going to be alright".
I let go and speak of the pain inside of me;
25)What pleasure to be in the Father who loves me dearly.
Being true to myself
is denying myself;
and placing the Truth as my base.
30)Knowing the worst parts of me
as well as the good.
To do what may go against what I am for the sake of others,
and the God I love.