Old Wounds

Updated: Feb 13

You come and go like an emotion

Try as I might, I can't escape the motions

You stream down my cheeks ice cold

The pain, often, too much to withhold

I see you in the back of my mind, seeking to steal joy from my life

My mind, your playground

My heart, your hometown

My memory, your courtyard

My pain, your reward

Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us

Ephesians 3:20 KJV

But no longer with you shall I seek devotion

I will rise in the face of your disruption

For I know that I am strong enough

Divine purpose isn't easy, it's tough!

Dear old wounds, why you play so rough?

I'll let you know, I am built for rough terrains,

I grow from every teardrop that comes with your pain

Fear not: for I am with thee

Isaiah. 43;5 KJV

The damage of your old wounds are clear

Even when my memories hold you so dear

You feed me with fear, it is your closest friend

Holding me captive, your victim, again and again

For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD

Jeremiah 29:11 KJV

But the God I serve, who loves me completely

Secures my dreams, ever so fervently

Dear old wounds, my lessons produce

For divine purpose, you must let lose

Your trauma is not just my drama

My victory is sure, God is my deliverer