New Admit
I pray for you, I really do. As you struggle to stumble to your feet. Watching by as you learn to walk again without being high, as you learn that laughter doesn’t need to be chemically controlled, and even as your anger spills over like sucking the poison out of a rattle snake bite. As you learn to feel again after the thaw, for too long you’ve been numb to it all, frozen in between without purpose, so distracted from the day to day to even realize your missing so much. I’m here to listen when you want to pour out that poison, like letting go of the weight that has held you down so long, here to watch your freedom grow. As you once fought for mine, I’ll be here fighting for yours. Because I refuse to see you as you are now, down and out and less than less, I can see the potential in you, that bit that was formed in the image of Christ, your covered in his fingerprints as you were molded in his likeness. And I will be part of the process of bringing you to perfection, as you are part of the process to bring me to perfection, and Christ be glorified in everything we do, I will pray for you, I really will.
