Words
Such small things
Yet the sting brought on by them
Are at times like arrows
Piercing the heart
Can we stop
Before we say words
Which can never be taken back?
Can we just stop
and imagine those words
aimed at us?
I feel as though I have been
In battle
With no armor
Again I run to You Lord
Like a child to her parent
But no scraped knees have I
I just need to sit with You Lord
And rest
And know that my heart
Is safe with You
And then the healing comes