Journey of the Word

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The news was nothing new.
Yet it made my bones quiver.
And my spine shiver.
And my heart quake.
Such unspeakable horror.
That I wept.
What was happening to my world?

A world.
Where compassion is a lost art.
Justice, an abandoned cause.
Where mommies kill their babies.
And leaders simply applaud.
How do we live in a world such as this?

A world.
Where self wins and rights rule.
Where pets are cherished.
And trees are prized.
Yet tiny, helpless souls.
Our children.
Our neighbors.
Our people.

Forgotten.

Dismissed.
Excused.
Removed.
Eradicated.
Destroyed.
And left in a trash bin.
To the cheers of the crowd.

It’s over.
Done.
All too much.
I can’t live in a world like this.
I said to myself as I took it all in.

My soul felt defeated.
My heart crushed.
My world abandoned.
The darkness so heavy.
I almost thought to embrace it.
And let it win.

But then I looked.
And I saw.

I looked and I saw that he remembered.
And I saw that he was there.

Though lies would give way to legislation, he would yet rule.
Though legions of armies would wage war on him, he would yet win.
Though the human heart would reject him every time, he would still save.
Though the church would fail and suffer, he would never forsake.

And though mothers would forget their children.
He would never forget.

“Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb?
Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you.” Isaiah 49:15

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