My Journey to Wholeness by a friend

Like a wounded soldier, I slowly crawl with pain

Dragging my body with broken pieces,
I thought it would be forever my state insane.

Many years of denying, many hurtful memories,
I learned to forget, as if this is my way of life regain.

I’ve forgot I’ve been wounded.
I forgot I’ve been surviving life with scattered pieces of me.
I walked, I talked, I was seemingly happy.

Until one day, I met my Father on the road, tired and weary,
But I was glad. Father said,
“you can stop here, my child, I will take you back to your path.
Picking up the lost pieces, you will be whole for my glory!

Troubled and skeptical, I followed Father,
Each time I bended over to pick up a lost piece,
I felt ache in my body and soul,
Father quietly watched, I had a glimpse of His sorrow.

Upon getting the last piece of my past,
Father gently gathered all the others.
He put them all back to where they belonged,
Piece by piece, He healed me.

“What kind of God are you?” I cried from my heart.
“I sinned against you. You’ve paid my penalty.
You made me whole and you healed me!”

Father didn’t answer. He left with a smile on His face.
Leaving me to ponder over His love, enjoying the rest of the journey,
Being proud to be Me.

At last I marched on, a veteran. A soldier wounded and healed,
I felt the goodness of life was weighty.
With gladness and gratitude,
I gazed upon the beauty of heaven, I marched to eternity!

April 15, 2008, after meeting with Mike & Denise.

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