Lost Children Finding Their Way
Can I Trust You to Handle My Heart Well?
Every day, relationships seem to end over the most meaningless disagreements. Uncoupled by and endless list of things gone and done wrong, people head for attorney's offices and divorce courts in record numbers rather than communicating and finding healing.
Convinced that ultimate bliss will soon occur with the next partner "victim" (primarily because we haven't resolved or managed our current situation well), we punish our present partners for not meeting our needs. Demanding our rights and our property we assert our power in a sometimes bitter, vengeful, muddy word battle that leaves carnage in the way of families, friends, and especially children.
The evidence is everywhere, I see these broken children everyday on Tumblr, desperately sharing their secrets in the hopes perhaps someone will emerge and respond to them about their plight. Ironically, they are brutally more honest than many of us will ever dream to be. Their emotions are raw, their pain visible, their eyes blank with loss of hope. Vulnerability at its most beautiful juncture.
It is actually for these chlldren that this poem was named. Lost children turn into lost adults who are desperately looking for the family they may never find. On and on it goes, worse with every generation, until the whole fabric of faith and society is completely unraveled. Beyond that pain lies a hope that I found no other way but through the cross of Christ. Brokenness becomes wholeness as He fills in the cracks with His light and hope is restored and renewed.
My dream is that this will rise up in some who are able to put down their pride and selfishness in reasonable situations, (never those of abuse) and find a way to resolve the conflict and teach their children what it means to keep a commitment. The results could be potentially staggering. Clearly it starts with us.
Just something to think about, if you really care!
Oh Lord, we did a death dance
His hurts courting mine
Together, but rejecting
And getting worse with time.
We didn't see the danger
Of trying to keep score
Because we'd never healed
From hurts that came before.
Oh give us courage Jesus
To face our aching hearts
To lay aside ALL offense
Your grace, please now impart.
Please change us so completely
From inside out please turn
And from the darkest recess
The dross oh Lord, please burn.
That we might be a witness
Through pain, Your power and love
Dear Lord, we're ever grateful
You're watching from above.
Oh Lord, you know my sorrow
From causing so much shame
Pour out Your Holy Spirit
And help us live again.
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