I could imagine the poem below would have most people confused. The emotions expressed aren't joyous and certainly wouldnt be something a Christian would typically write. Before I continue I would like to make sure you know the poem is not about God but about particular experiences that have created the darkest side of me. The You is both a person and a personification of the darkness of them. It's the darkness inside of us that breeds darkness in others and vice versa.
There is freedom in the expression of true feeling. The only thing dangerous about anger is what you do with it, and how long you stay there in a place of anger. Feeling it is right and good, because anger can create a desire for change. To be alive we must feel all the emotions we need to, and let them go.
Or risk being numb.
We must weep.
We must laugh.
We must be angered.
We must feel our brokenness.
On excerpt from
Psalm 69 of David
There is freedom in the expression of true feeling. The only thing dangerous about anger is what you do with it, and how long you stay there in a place of anger. Feeling it is right and good, because anger can create a desire for change. To be alive we must feel all the emotions we need to, and let them go.
Or risk being numb.
We must weep.
We must laugh.
We must be angered.
We must feel our brokenness.
On excerpt from
Psalm 69 of David
1 Save me, O God,
for the waters have come up to my neck.
2 I sink in the miry depths,
where there is no foothold.
I have come into the deep waters;
the floods engulf me.
3 I am worn out calling for help;
my throat is parched.
My eyes fail,
looking for my God.
4 Those who hate me without reason
outnumber the hairs of my head;
many are my enemies without cause,
those who seek to destroy me.
I am forced to restore
what I did not steal.
for the waters have come up to my neck.
2 I sink in the miry depths,
where there is no foothold.
I have come into the deep waters;
the floods engulf me.
3 I am worn out calling for help;
my throat is parched.
My eyes fail,
looking for my God.
4 Those who hate me without reason
outnumber the hairs of my head;
many are my enemies without cause,
those who seek to destroy me.
I am forced to restore
what I did not steal.
5 You, God, know my folly;
my guilt is not hidden from you...."
my guilt is not hidden from you...."
Read the rest of the Psalm Here.
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