Day 312 I want out
I really want rescued from this place. Please God. O Lord, my refuge in the storm of slander, My name is bruised, and my heart laid bare. They judged me without counsel, Whispered harshness in place of history. I am not without fault, but You alone know the full tale. I was told to stay away, And now the silence speaks louder than truth. I ache to respond—not to vindicate, But to uncurl the fist my heart has clenched in grief. Forgive me, Lord, for my craving to be justified. For the fantasy where anger finds me and I answer it With wounds that explain wounds. This is the shadow of revenge—I see it, I name it, I bring it to You. Teach me the holy hush that follows surrender. Let repentance flow not just from my lips, But from the marrow of my longing. Hold my heart steady when it cries out for fixing. Return me to the sanctuary of p...