Tuesday, September 27, 2011


If sin is separation from our God,
Self-hate then rules supreme in people's hearts.
Unworthiness and loathing are the rod
Which beats these sick ones, splits their souls apart.
Divided, selves are broken dreams, are death.
Not knowing like reflections they would see,
If they knew Him, they'd be His Holy Breath
And speak those things that're not, as though they'd be.
Self-hate breeds doubt, breeds fear, breeds guilt, breeds pain.
These crippled think they're worthless. Valueless!
Christ's revelation, Glory's golden train
Transforms seekers to Christ in His greatness.
Our Lord ordains for some this golden plan.
For others, mirey clay and fallow land.

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