which pierce the sensitive self.
The unwitting exclusions
the snide remarks
the obvious put-downs
all these are noted, absorbed, built into
the corrupt decaying false image
of who I really am.
Such an edifice
can only be taken down
by the Living Water.
The unrelenting love
which may fiercely flood
washing away flimsy defences
or sometimes trickles gently,
eroding the foundations.
as long as I do not build dams or moats to withstand it.
JESUS LOVES ME, THIS I KNOW
BECAUSE THE BIBLE TELLS ME SO.
