Silently it comes.
Masquerading as truth
Whispering lies into open places in our heartsDigging deep and
Focusing on hurts.
Setting unrelenting roots into our souls
Twisting around and between
Slowly changing that which is healthy
Into something that festers
And drives us into hiding.
It thrives in darkness
Grows in silence
And creeps silently as an unholy inheritance
From one generation to another.
Pretending to be something that it isn’t….
It’s name is Shame
And I rebuke it.I will guard the doorways of my home.
I will cover them with the same truth
That shame seeks to hide.
I will proclaim
That those who dwell within
And those who enter in
And precious beyond all the
Lies and half truths
That Shame uses to trap
My house will serve the LordAnd not entertain the slow destructive dance
That Shame wants to lead us through.
I will cling to the name
And the truth
And the reality
That God is God over all things
Which leaves no room for shame.