Empower your Day in Just Seconds
Grantley Morris
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Tiumphant Lord, if those savaging you were beasts, you were a gentle, innocent dove. Within you was not a shadow of lust or bitterness or spite. You knew only how to be tender and caring. You let them do their worst, absorbing all the evil and returning kindness for hate. Your only retaliation was to want the best for those who wanted you dead. They sank their vicious fangs into you and ripped you apart. Like a never-ending tornado, searing pain raged through every jangled nerve of your mutilated body. Your desirability gone, like a rose ripped apart; your priceless innocence, like crystal shattered beyond repair; your reputation, like the purest mountain stream reduced to putrid sludge, you cried in desperation to your only Hope, My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Bleak silence stabbed your heart. Your pain rocketed to inconceivable levels. Abused by those you loved, deserted by those who meant everything to you, but abandoned by God? Treated by your eternal Father as if your hate-crazed torturers were innocent and you were the vilest sinner! The God who hates evil with terrifying fury, did nothing. Until . . . Taken from Where Was God? When You Suffered Unspeakable Horrors Share this! May be freely copied. Just include this notice: © Grantley Morris, www.net-burst.com
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