Scars deeply embedded
Wounds left over from childhood
Seemingly dead and buried
Make themselves known
Affecting relationships even today
Wounds left over from childhood
Seemingly dead and buried
Make themselves known
Affecting relationships even today
What I hear
Is much different than what was said
Unable to differentiate
What was intended
Verses what was felt
At any hint
Of irritation, anger or disappointment
I find my defenses mount up
Emotions shut down
Now I don’t have to feel or risk being hurt
Trying and stay ahead
Anticipate each move
Feeling justified
In my inability to trust
Will I ever feel loved?
Will I turn to Him
The One who binds my wounds
The Healer of my soul
Only He can set this prisoner free
Will I allow Him to show me how to trust again
Will I let the One
Who taught the angels to sing
To fill my heart and mouth
With songs of praise
How long until I sing the song of freedom
By Susan Bunts
July 23, 2008