Dedicated to my father, Roosevelt Lawrence February, 2006 by
Lisa Lawrence-Hudson©
Things are not always what they seem
You judge whose fit
you pick you choose
never owning your own abuse.
Have you ever stopped to question why
the one before you just withers and dies?
And what were the words Jesus wrote in the sand?
Was it your power of attorney
TO MEASURE HIS MAN?
His actions may not be circumspect
but rather mercy, less you forget
the one who gave you life
yet had to keep on living
had to give you love
and had to keep on giving
Perhaps- what you see is not mean
but self control
to withhold the things that hell hasn't told
that would rock your world and bust your bubble
destroy your fantasy and bring your soul trouble
Sometimes mercy has an ugly face
to bring you sunshine in a desolate place
so be careful when you cast your rightous wand
that it doesn't become a snare
And leave you thirsty in a dry place.
All Rights Reserved Lisa Lawrence-Hudson,©February 2006