Sometimes Lord
it all seems like too much
we run across people
so damaged
so beaten and battered by life
their minds are twisted
with self hate
they are afflicted
with the demons
of addiction
and self hatred
they are assailed by their pasts
they are the walking dead
they come to us with outstretched hand
burning eyes
longing
They come bowed by heavy loads
bent over by resentment
and hate
suffering and sin…
They drag the world behind them
they hurt us Lord
they are too hungry
consume us
we want to love them
heal them
rescue them
but they are beyond us
Lord
we place these people in your hands
hold them in your arms
wrap yourself around them
as a loving mother
hold them
do not let them go
until they are
calm
and secure
in your love
and ready to try again
ready to
heal
we cannot fix them
we cannot
but
you
can
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