To be Trusted
vulnerable,
exposed,
naked and
rolled out on the floor like a carpet.
To be read like an open book,
with bookends loosened and its pages spread across the room.
Reading randomly,
picking up the pieces
as my heart breaks into it's own little bits.
Somethings were better left unsaid
like stones left on their own unturned.
Yet to be trusted is so sweet
like honey that sticks in the mouth with sweet memories
of friendships
that once existed.
Let memories revive themselves to relive a life taken over by regrets.
Relieve yourself of your burdens.
Let Christ condemn them into hell.
Trust me but trust Christ more,
because without Him I wouldn't know how to love at all.
Amazing grace!
How sweet the sound!
May this grace in you abound.
-The Other Side of Glory-
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