Poetry

Words were saidThe pain went deepI tossed and turnedI couldn’t sleep The more I thoughtThe more I burnedMy anger grewMy stomach churned The thoughts kept comingTo my mindWhy did you treat meSo unkind? A bitter seedWent in my heartWould I let it grow?Or stop its start? As I ponderedWhat to doI heard your wordsThe words of truth “A bitter rootWill many defileFor its poison spreadsTo many lives” I made a choiceTo pull that weedTo stop its startWhile still a seed I prayed for the oneThat hurt me soAnd as I didForgiveness flowed Not all at onceIt took some timeBut as...

A tear fellA heart brokeBut as it fellA prayer it wrote For the strongest prayersAre without wordsA prayer of tearsIs always heard ~ Della Smith3/14/2010 “Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?” Psalm 56:8 “Who in the days of his flesh, when he had offered up prayers and supplications with strong crying and tears unto him that was able to save him from death, and was heard in that he feared; though he were a Son, yet learned he obedience by the things which he suffered; and being made perfect,...