Hate is a
loaded dye-bomb
in the
satchel of all we treasure.
Each time
we carry it,
we stain
ourselves and our stuff
with its
destructive vitriol.
Our only
hope of survival,
personally
and collectively,
is in
offloading it to the One
whose
heart can safely hold all pain,
and in
taking on palettes of grace.
© 2016 Todd Jenkins
Love this going to use the idea in my county home service sunday afternoon which is on Paul's verse about not letting the sun go down on anger (That is a context where small issues become huge very quickly) Thank you!
ReplyDeleteSounds great! Glad you've found a place for it.
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