The road to forgiveness
Is paved with stones
Some smooth rocks
Yet some rip robes.

Behind in a glance
Comes running the past
Pain that has seared
And branded as glass.

One must endure
Such memories of heart
Floods they will come
Reminding of harm.

Into thy closet
With Christ you must go
Allowing Him access
From Heaven’s throne.

Words they float back
From depths of the sea
Wave after wave
Pours over thee.

Settle down low
With head between knees
Peace as a river
He’ll send in need.

No, never He mocks
Thy struggle or pain
Tenderly He comes
To stroke thy mane.

“Come, child and see
Now, now, what shall be
This deepness of wound
Holds healing seed.

The thorn in thy flesh
Sent to protect
Restores former things
Breaks yokes from thy neck.

Power has poured
From this vineyard land
Nations await
Fruit placed in thy hand.

Rain …do you hear?
I’ve called from Thy stores
Ready to heal
Ready to pour

Take up thy cross
Which hath made thee sore
The time it has come
For you to soar…

(Shelly Wilson, March, 17, 2015)