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The Offense

The Offense

The days for a while were so happy
such a glow and a smile on his face, 
the holidays had come and gone
yet through it all God had given them His blessed grace.

Sometimes it is just a careless word that has been spoken
but then the enemy comes to take at her his best shot, 
her countenance I know takes a tumble
till the Holy Ghost relieves this sore spot.

The questions and thoughts that have bombarded her mind
and leaves her in quite a bad mess, 
the love and encouragement and help of her mate
cut off at present until once again God’s grace comes to bless.

Why did he say it, she questions Oh, Lord, 
does he genuinely love only me?
or was I someone he just settled for
instead of waiting any longer as he looked at his big pile of laundry.

An offense that is small and certainly
unintended soon to this shall surely come to pass,
but even small and hurtful words can bring about much pain
and cause wounds that for years can and do last.

So we need to deal with our pain
and words of a hurtful nature before the wound opens up and begins to bleed,
please oh, please my Precious Lord
heal these bruises I cry out to You from bended knees.

Written by:  Marilyn S. Jennings
January 2, 2002

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