The enemy loves nothing more than to make us forget. No matter how intentional we are about collecting stones of remembrance, determining to hold closely the answered prayers and words spoken over us in the past, we are easily paralyzed by unwanted memories, fear and shame. Only by fixing our eyes on Jesus, choosing to let the distractions that creep into our peripheral vision fade, can we possibly overcome the accuser.
This poem reflects the truth that the Lover of our Souls is always prepared, never shaken, forever ready with weapons that confound the world in their effectiveness, that have no rival in strength. Though the ways of God may appear meek, they are mighty. Keep your eyes riveted on your Redeemer today, sisters. Stop looking back.
He promises to bring you out of darkness into light if you will only surrender to Him.
Like a serpent from the depths
of the murky, raging river it comes.
The accuser strikes, taking hold and pulling
ever downward, to the awaiting pit
beneath the rocky bottom laced with
leeches and rotted moss.
It creeps up on silent feet,
stepping carefully lest it topple
The stones once set carefully
in remembrance and celebration.
Stones now forgotten.
Memories flash as fireflies dance
in rebellion to the darkness.
Heartache swells and shame smothers
the breath of the one He loves.
The stones tremble,
crying out to be seen.
Silently a butterfly lands
atop the holy pile.
All speckled and orange and joy
it sits in delicate beauty
and the stones shift,
allowing space for the loose one to fall.
And fall, it does.
Shouting as it goes,
and the accuser pauses.
The victim’s eyes fix now upon
the faithfulness of the Rescuer.
“As far as the East is from the West.”
The accuser loses his grip.
“So far does he remove
The slave is set free.
A hand reaches down
to lift the beloved one
and speaks truth that
shatters the lies.
Shame has no place here.
Forgiveness is complete.