Meeting eyes with my enemy
seeing the dark and hallow holes
filled with lies of
how they are unworthy of Love.
My eyes are open doors
allowing the pain of the lost
to sink into my breaking heart
every broken piece falls with my tears
from my eyes and down my face
the dirt underneath me becomes mud
as I cry for the ones I love.
Tell me, God,
if heaven rejoices when the lost are found,
does it also mourn when yet another is lost?
Looking into the eyes of my persecutor
I break
because even he is worthy of my God's love
and no one is ever too far gone for Him.
This is where my heart rests in hope
drowning in His never ending joy and love
I can stand,
I can finally breathe.
--Peace and Love.
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