The Collector

by | Dec 1, 2017 | 1 comment

In glass jars, you have collected grudges.
You peer upon every trespasser
With eyes and lips constantly judging.
Seething, never breathing,
Carrying burdens so heavy
You have trouble sleeping.
Tossing and turning every night
While every sinner against you lives
Unaware of your self-induced, troubling plight.
Within your heart, you carry the hurt that came
Along with their sins;
Evil stands beside you,
And bitterness is in your grip.
To forgive and let go
Is what you should do,
But these grudges are your strength
The one thing that you identify with as truth.
It’s true that they hurt you,
Slandered you,
And left you alone.
It’s true that they mistreated you,
Disrespected you,
And thrashed you with stones.
But because you won’t forgive
Them their transgressions — and them remit —
You have become enslaved;
You thought you were in control,
But it does not work that way.
Bitterness is your master, and
Anger your foreman;
Pain is the craftsman
Of the hate that pushes you toward
An inability to grow and enjoy the fullness of life.
Instead, you are stagnated and cannot attain
Freedom’s light.
Everything around you becomes defiled
With your life at a stand-still —
All because you won’t forgive
And trust in His will.

So dear grudge collector,
There is no anger or bitterness
Worth eternal damnation.
Dear grudge collector,
The judgments you pass don’t make you a corrector
Or perfecter of every transgressor’s
Aberration
Against you.
Dear dear grudge collector,
Repent and be free
So that every person that hurt you
Can do the exact same thing.

“See to it that no one comes short of the grace of God; that no root of bitterness springing up causes trouble, and by it many be defiled….” – Hebrews 12:15 NASB

© 2017, The Scribe’s Heart Publishing

1 Comment

  1. Ivan

    Amazing! Thanks all the poems you wrote last month. I enjoyed each and every one of them 🙂

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