All my life I have been on a journey
I was in search for refreshment
I ran in circles yet I could not pin point it
Scars of deception took a toll on me
A pit opened ready to swallow me
Worldly nobles could not save me
I listened because I believed they possess light
I suffered scars in their hands
They promised me haven an earth
They hold no keys to haven, no access to everlasting life
They blinded me with their philosophies
I suffered scars in their tongues
Without fear they declared his sickness as a calling by my father
Boastfully they claimed my brother’s life to my father
My father is not responsible of his demise
I suffered scars of their pretences.
God does not take delight in someone dying
God has a way to redeem us from the one causing death
God is love, an abundance of love because his love.
If you knew, you were not going to suffer the scars you suffered.
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