THE STONES OF THE SEA 7.16.18

​I Saw the Lord walking barefoot where the tide meets the land,
clothed in a robe of Purity and Holy Authority.
I watched Him stoop, HIS fingers brushing the grit,
and I asked, "Father, what is it You are doing?"
​He didn’t look up. He said,
"I am gathering the stones, to hold each one accountable."
​The air grew heavy. I thought of those who had wronged me,
and I prayed, "Lord, forgive them for the pain they’ve caused me..."
​But as the words left my lips, the wind shifted a bit.
I Saw the stones in His hands and I recognized the jagged edge.
I heard the echo of my own voice in their weight.
I Knew they are the stones I had thrown.
​Tears tracked through the dust on my face.
The Truth was a soul-crushing weight.
I don't deserve the mercy - I've asked for others to Receive.
I deserved the pits of hell ForEverAfter.
​Then,
with a motion like a sowing seed,
The Lord tossed the stones into the dead of the Sea.
They vanished without a ripple.
​I whispered, "Father... what are You doing now?"
​He turned,
His eyes like a quiet fire, and said:
"I am cleansing the pain of the world."
​I fell to His feet, the sand damp against my face,
and cried, "Glory!"
You ARE Holy!

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