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    Glory, Grace and Gratitude
    Glory, Grace and Gratitude
    Glory, Grace and Gratitude
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    Glory, Grace and Gratitude

    By Jessica O'Connell

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    Do you feel like life has beaten you down? Do you feel exhausted from stress and anger? Do you feel alone and as though no one could possibly understand what you are going through? Take a journey from grief and rejection to the peace and joy of love, from anger and guilt to the freedom of hope and forgiveness, from perfectionism and feeling lost to accepting grace and finding purpose, from anguish and shame to glory, grace and gratitude. All those who have been abused, broken down or broken-hearted can come to find a place of healing, strength and inner peace.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJessica O'Connell
    Release dateJan 10, 2019
    ISBN9781386266419
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      Glory, Grace and Gratitude - Jessica O'Connell

      AN UNDERSTANDING

      I watched in agony as this man before me

      began to fall apart at the seams

      as the hot, salty tears streamed down

      his beet red cheeks, licking his lips

      and burying his face in his hands.

      ––––––––

      And I wondered what great catastrophe

      could fall from the heavens

      and bring such a man to his knees,

      crying rivers of grief.

      ––––––––

      And I cringed in misery and heartache

      as I listened to each teardrop trickle

      and sniffle try to be held back

      and the moans of his sorrow

      in his weeping heart.

      ––––––––

      And I wondered what great catastrophe

      could fall from the heavens

      and bring a man to his knees,

      crying rivers of grief.

      ––––––––

      And then he looked up at me

      with his deep, sorrowful glistening eyes

      and knew I understood the pain,

      but he could not comprehend it

      and bowed his head once again, and cried.

      ––––––––

      And I wondered what great catastrophe

      could fall from the heavens

      and bring a man to his knees,

      crying rivers of grief.

      ––––––––

      And I silently wept for his aching heart

      as I inched my way over and knelt by his side,

      wrapping one arm around his shoulder

      and with the other, gently caressing his cheek,

      wiping his hot salty tears away.

      ––––––––

      And I wondered what great catastrophe

      could fall from the heavens

      and bring a man to his knees,

      crying rivers of grief.

      ––––––––

      And his eyes met mine

      with the look of desperation to know

      and I just held him in my arms,

      rocking him back and forth

      and we understood each other.

      ––––––––

      And I finally knew what great catastrophe

      could fall from the heavens to bring him to his knees

      crying rivers of grief, and with a distant look I said, It’s okay.

      TORN

      Untamed tears trickled

      to her tattered tortured soul.

      Torrential thoughts of trepidation

      trampled her life whole.

      ––––––––

      Taking time to contemplate

      relentless turpitude

      so tightly twisted innocence

      from her it did elude.

      ––––––––

      Tempted to turn to truth,

      she attempts to testify.

      Tomorrow she tells the tale

      of torture, tears and lies.

      FIRE AND ICE

      Ice burning my bones,

      fire freezing my nerves,

      this rage consumes me.

      ––––––––

      Too terrified to let it show,

      buried deep and locked up

      shall it remain.

      ––––––––

      Too weak to be strong,

      too strong to be weak,

      I feel so torn and confused.

      ––––––––

      I don’t know where to start.

      I’m naked and all alone now.

      How can I be released?

      ––––––––

      Won’t

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