Point of View
If I don't react the way you expect me to doesn't mean I'm weak,
And just because I don't react doesn't mean I'm naive,
When I see beyond the shadow of a doubt, and refuse to fuel the fire,
It's no game, I justly refused to feed that spirits desire,
If I feed into, or react to it, then there's no way it can spread,
You can keep that filthy behavior, because I will just starve it to death,
When you don't have a playmate to fatten up the feeling,
It will regress and starve itself, a small step closer to your healing,
The itch of the poison stays with you, yet you can't see I walk with the cure,
His name is Jesus, and he intercepts any feelings that knock on my door,
He turns hate into compassion, reassures, confirms, and binds,
He always has a way of intervening to change my heart and my mind,
The benefits go beyond reactions, and humbles point of view,
And proceeds to show the process of why we do what we do,
Love Is free to circulate, there's no blockage in the way,
He seperates and intercedes beyond the words you say,
He will use the silence to heal you, make you see your own heart,
When there's no fuel to flame your fire, the mirror is where you'll start,
Copyright © Cortney Bartholomew | Year Posted 2016
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