LOVE WINS

Brought into the space Where tired had a place She viewed the wooden bench Before she could ponder Wherever the mind would wonder Movement halted her within the clinch ...and she beheld Blood and water poured Upon the wooden vessel Where splinters pierced flesh The weight of liquid gold Too heavy for matter Crushed and was no more ...response processing It was a yellow bench But seemed to be dull with age It looked like a box With treasures...stuff...she couldn't gauge "Jesus what was that It feels like I sat there many times Trying to work out Things I couldn't....mind ...box of behaviors....that was my box of behaviors .........wasted by our broken heart....no longer needed ...................we have found JOY........." His mercy is new every morning Filled with life in the IS Response is authentic Without the familiar fizz......... of SPRITE Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-05-2024 Note: Please look up the origin of "Sprite" and get a bang in the end ;)