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A walking wounded called tonight
Paralyzed by fear and fright.
Memories pounded on her head
Most nights she just wished she was dead.
She had wandered down roads paved in blood
And often got stuck in lifeless mud.
She climbed mountains too big for her to climb
And frequently raised up her surrender sign.
She knew that God was for her but, never understood why
When she gets overwhelmed, she begins to cry.
She was tired of beginning again
And asked me if I would be her friend.
She battled demons from her past
And reminisced on a childhood that left too fast.
She was afraid that God would give up on her
Because recently she was seeing life as one big blur.
She longed for joy but only got sorrow
But continued on the straight and narrow.
She had a hard time receiving love
Especially from God above.
What will it take for her to see?
That God will never let her be.
What was God to do that he has not already done?
After all he sent his only son.
What can be said to lift her eyes?
And destroy these earthy lies.
When will she see herself the way we all do?
A treasure from heaven who God for new.
I left her with three simple words
Which I know has been said but never been heard.
Jesus loves you….
A Walking wounded can’t understand grace
They can’t fathom why anyone would take their place.
They live in regret, shame and fear
They can’t comprehend that God is near.
They never feel loved, unconditionally
Their self-esteem is blurry.
They constantly compare themselves to others
And when someone is too kind they suddenly shutter.
Only God can heal a walking wounded
It takes time
But,
He has plenty of it.


By: Sabina Nicole
To all the walking wounded out there

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