There’s a grave you dug
My emotions are buried there
My freedom of expression, my confidence
-buried in a grave you dug.
All in hopes to keep me silent.
I am angry.
I want, no, I need to hate you.
You live in a grave of manipulation and despair.
But I refuse to join you there.
And even though it’s taken a long time
to come out of the grave,
I can see the light now.
God’s hand is reaching for me.
“I don’t trust you,” I say.
“You men are all alike.”
His love is wooing me
His love is covering me
His love is protecting me.
Stephanie Mills says, “I never knew love like this,”
It’s God’s unfailing love.
His love is healing me.
His love is holding me.
His love is mending me.
His love is freeing me.
His love pulled me
Out of the grave.
Author, Nicole Sharon
He rescues them from the grave so they may enjoy the light of life.
But as for me, God will redeem my life.
He will snatch me from the power of the grave.