People lashing out in their own pain.
A reflection of what’s inside
A nasty brew from a caldron full of shame.
Bubbling and spewing
Hatred and pride float up as steam
Filling the atmosphere with strain.
Those around are gasping for air.
Feeling beaten down.
Letting the actions of one
Throw poison on their crown.
A brave soul cries out.
Let’s walk in God’s light!
It’s a choice, you see,
How you will be.
Secure and safe in times of trouble,
Or letting stress double.
Torment has no place
In the light of God’s Mighty Grace!
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