I Believe You

Those who are charged with the privilege of loving you first should never do things to harm you.

God will break forth on your tormentors like a damn set to burst, but I don't say this to alarm you.

A sweet girl was born into a frightful life she never had the preexistence or foresight to have asked for.

Angels watched in suspense as you evaded familial bulls with all the grace of a professional matador.

I'm not going to change history about how your father contributed to my spiritual formation.

Two men speak the word of God but are worlds apart based on something as simple as intonation.

I sorrow for your siblings in captivity, some freed, one got turned over to the power of the devil.

He still has a chance as the day behind him are few, but the ones in front of him are several.

You may grow scared and fell like there is a dwindling number of available safe havens.

Just remember Elijah the Tishbite who was on the run eventually got feed of God by the ravens.

I'm glad you have clung to your faith after having endured cruel mocking and beatings.

I want my words to comfort you beyond a store bought card that professes seasons greetings.

You are not alone, neither are you without a stream of prayer to support you.

You're almost grown, with two parents that seem like they want to abort you.

Life is not just a matter of a sense organs accompanied by a beating heart.

You're not responsible for their marriage, that is putting the horse before the cart.

You are the dry bones in the valley, and our Creator will cover you with muscle and sinew

His blessing remains over your life, it does not matter the year, situation, or venue.

I never want to pretend like I am some sterling example of lighthouse virtue.

Even though the enemy comes out at night, he is put under a strict curfew.

Your deep compassion is strong and I have full confidence it will not fail.

Though you feel small in this moment, God has made you special, the head and not the tail.