deceived, longing for the Truth.
I see anointing, I see calling,
I see us, healed and healing.
This week. I see my own heart,
so very hard.
So vulnerable, so afraid.
Shutting its doors.
And I have seen yours,
opening yes,
but angry, closed.
Then. A crumbling comes.
All I can see: Those hearts. Before us.
The anointing, the call, the healed. Healing.
I just see: This is not about us.
In humbled tears, it becomes easier
when I see them. Those hearts that are not us.
[ease, verb: make (something unpleasant, painful, or intense)
less serious or severe; move carefully, gradually, or gently;
ease, noun: absence of difficulty or effort ]
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