TITLE: Sparing the Body, Killing the Soul -- Emotional abuse exposed
By Dave Walker
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Yet, in the lack of touch,
No overt blood, no telling wheals,
yet tearing wounds
that gash the heart
and crush a wilting spirit.
A word, a look, a scornful pout,
and yet again a soul is crushed,
cowering at the caustic scorn.
<i>"Could that be me?
Is there truth in there that I don't see?"</i>
Outwardly a pleasant smile
and inconsequential talk.
Inwardly a desperate scream;
the cry of one
held in lovelessness,
yet longing to love;
yet subject to malice;
longing to be free,
longing to be me.
controlling words of cold stone.
And a vow.
A vow to God.
Till death us do part.
<i>"God hates divorce.
God hates a broken vow.
God hates rebellion.
The voices come insistently
from the judges outside,
from whisperings within.
Yet what does God hate?
God hates injustice.
God hates oppression.
God hates mockery and derision.
He hates the raging channel
for the enemy of love
who breaks the vow
while sharing a bed;
who rips the marriage bond
at a mutual meal
and divorces the other
in all but the writ.
Hear God's cry
<i>"Its not the paper, it's the heart.
When a stony heart declines rebuke
and breaks the vow to cherish,
then Moses' ruling stands.
I'm near the broken-hearted.
I heal the crushed in spirit.
I rescue those who perish
in the quicksand of scorn and derision.
I take no vicious pleasure
in broken children
striving one-sidedly to keep a vow
while dying in the process.
Come out, come out, My child.
Come out and live in grace.
I died for such as you
that you might live in freedom;
in my pardon and forgiveness.
Come out from them who dare condemn
when I've declared you blameless.
They have divorced you.
in the cage that makes you helpless
in their grasp, and useless for My plans?
I hold you to no futile rule,
a slave to all that I abhor,
to all that I have died to slay.
Come out, be free and walk in faith
that I will hold you when you want.
For when you put your hand in Mine,
embraced the Cross, My Blood, My Name
I snatched you from the jaws of darkness,
set you on a path of light.
I will sustain.
I will supply.
Don't cling in fear to prison bars
and think that I approve.
My plans are plans to give you hope.
They're plans to make you prosper,
and all that you require I will provide"</i>
I wonder, at the end of time
When all that's said and all that's done
Is bared before the Judge of all,
exposed before the God of Truth --
I wonder what the Judge will say
to all the petty judges
who mercilessly held the law
before the eyes of those in chains,
held captive by abusive men
and said, <i>"Stay there! It's what God wants.
Perhaps He'll say, with troubled sigh
<i>"I was in prison
and you passed Me by."</i>
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