Accused

On her knees
she stands accused
like a child.
Again.

Her heart skips straight to her Father.
And in that quiet place
her heart rips and tears to shreds.
Her heart bleeds over the pain she's caused herself and others.

And the tears ...

And she cries out to God -

I can't withstand this much longer.
How long?

How long will this tarry?
Oh, Lord, how long will You tarry.
Because I don't know how long I can tarry.

And He scoops His broken, lifeless child in His hands.
He rips the enemy's accusation.
He resuscitates her with His righteousness.
Because He is completely guilty of loving her.
And He stands her to her feet.
Again.

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. - Psalm 34:18

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The enemy will graze us with guilt-ridden jeers, then he'll turn and graze on our every single tear.

The guile of the enemy is to remind us of our guilt, knowing full well he is guilty, too.

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Reaching Up

Help me

I want to be

Far from pain

In a world of gain. 

Help me

It’s hard to see

A different me

Yeah, a different me. 

I’m reaching up

Take this cup

You are my hero; you are my rescue; you are my Savior

Come for me. 

Help me

I want to be

Free at last

Far from the past 

Help me

Your face I see

You’ve come for me

Yeah, You’ve come for me. 

I’m reaching up

Take this cup

You are my hero; you are my rescue; you are my Savior

Come for me.

 

Song written for my beloved grandmother.

©Shelli Littleton 2013