My pain can’t be explained by some lame excuse
I never suffered physical abuse
But emotionally I got used
To verbal assault
The deadly weapon of words
Planted in the soil of my Heart
Bullets flying daily trying to knock off my head
So many tears I shed
But instead of allowing those words to take root
I gave them the boot
And fulfilled my own desires
Discrediting every evil word that was ever spoken of me
I went through the fire
And let God burn out every impurity
And now when they look at me-
They eat their own words
And it makes them sick to their stomachs as if they were
eating their own turds
I know it sounds absurd
But some people’s words are that filthy
They think the worst of others because their own lives are
empty
They blame others for their shortcomings and mistakes
And refuse to take
A self examination which causes them to spiritually rape
Themselves of their opportunity to grow and develop
And instead of releasing the promises their blessings are
shut up
In the heavenlies while their prayers are dwelling at the
ceiling
They refuse to repent which blocks their own inner healing
Yet they cast their stones at those that they secretly
idolize
Try to minimize their greatness
Thinkin that it will cause their demise
But a Word to the Wise
Must come without surprises
Look deep into my eyes
And you’ll see the ashes of this Phoenix rising
And also you’ll see a reflection of yourself
The glossy stare in my eyes just might cause your own death
But I’ve not come to destroy the world, I’ve come to be a
light
And every word you ever spoke against me- trust me, it’s all
right
It was my delight
Just to prove you wrong
Cause My Heavenly Father has given me a New song
And what you meant for my evil God worked out for my good
I know you still see me as that nappy headed little girl
from the neighborhood
But all things have worked together and I’ve been
transformed
And I find peace in the fact that your words can’t
touch me or cause me any harm
Sandtrice Denise Russell
Copyright ©2006
Copyright ©2006
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