Lati Green
They harden my heart—these little stones in that wall built from childhood to adulthood, from pebbles to boulders of hurt. “You are ugly. You are fat. You are skinny. You smell like a rat.” These stones are heavy and weigh me down with pain. They make me fall and cry like the rain.
These stones left from mental and physical abuse, molestation, divorce, poverty, low self-esteem, homelessness, prejudice/hate, no love or guidance. It’s hard to see the hatefulness of this world. It’s hard to see that some men have more regard for dogs than Black men. It’s hard to see hungry children without proper clothes. It’s hard for me to understand molestation, prejudice, and hate.
These stones left from mental and physical abuse, molestation, divorce, poverty, low self-esteem, homelessness, prejudice/hate, no love or guidance. It’s hard to see the hatefulness of this world. It’s hard to see that some men have more regard for dogs than Black men. It’s hard to see hungry children without proper clothes. It’s hard for me to understand molestation, prejudice, and hate.
I have no answers, so I turn to you. Reading your Word daily soothes my soul. For I know, you gave us someone who is our Rock, and He too was stoned. He went to the cross for all that I do not understand. He has kept my mind in perfect peace when I wanted to do wrong. He removed some of the black stones in my heart so that I see the miraculous work that He has done for me.
I still have black stones in my heart, but I worship and praise Him everyday so that I can see His face when I pray. I feel forgiveness. Yes, I have grown, but sometimes it seems I am on the road alone. Then I study a little more, and you show me the scars you bore. I say thank you again; then, another stone falls from within. Lord, you helped me shed these stones when you showed me the rocky road you walked.
My heart still has stones. I know you know, but by your grace, you show me new mercy’s everyday.
I still have black stones in my heart, but I worship and praise Him everyday so that I can see His face when I pray. I feel forgiveness. Yes, I have grown, but sometimes it seems I am on the road alone. Then I study a little more, and you show me the scars you bore. I say thank you again; then, another stone falls from within. Lord, you helped me shed these stones when you showed me the rocky road you walked.
My heart still has stones. I know you know, but by your grace, you show me new mercy’s everyday.