Wounded

Battered by the storms of life and looking for relief. I walked into the house of God and who on earth did I meet? There stood a man in a pretty suit with a Bible in his hand. Words to heal, words to sooth and a balm in Gilead. His words poured out like thunder. They tore my heart asunder. They crushed my heart into. What on earth could I do? Should I sit within the pew and never say a word? Or should I launch back at him to show him I don’t scare? Should I sit with a very straight face? Or should I stand and walk out at a fast pace? Members applauded as he spoke with grace. I could not even look upon the smirk on his face. Wounded in the house of God this just should not be… Wounded in the house of God how painful can that be??? An actual incident that happened in 2005. Poem was started but never finished until today. I have learned men are human too and they do make mistakes. We must find that place of forgiveness and move on. Psalms 141:5-Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness…