ABORTION, SUCH AN UGLY WORD

Abortion, such an ugly word, so ugly we don’t talk about it with each other.                    We rather choose to beat each other up with it.  It’s ugly for a reason!!!!!

Abortion, it’s all in how you look at it and I pray we do just that.
Abortion, an act of violence chosen in response to terror.

Compassion, the pride of righteousness is replaced with the solution of life and the offering of support beyond the termination of the problem.                             Eventually the shoe always does drop and with choice comes consequence.
Compassion, God’s gift to respond to another, not merely react to their pain.

Hypocrisy, when we shout down each other for shouting down each other.
Hypocrisy, when the bullied becomes the bully.
Hypocrisy, when we profess to be the champion for the less fortunate,                        yet choose the more convenient way in the attempt to silence the silent.
Hypocrisy, who can scream the loudest, while victimizing the victim wins the argument.

I pray we look beyond the right to choose
And research why and what we have to loose
I think we get so caught up in the act of fight
That we know not what is the true plight
Sometimes we’re quick to judge another
Flaunt our righteousness in protection of sister/brother
Arguments screamed in high volume
In the hopes that doing so, the agenda you must consume
The fight to right the injustice to all?
Loses it’s merit when discussion not brought to call

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From Where Compassion Grows

2 Corinthians 1:3-4 Praise be to God and the Father of Jesus Christ, God is the Father who is full of mercy and all comfort. He comforts us every time we have trouble, so when others have trouble, we can comfort them with the same comfort God gives us.

In action all our deed should be
It say’s the most of Him in me
Gesture in the simplest form
Listening from a heart that’s torn
His light shines past the darkest place
Where often, we tempt to hide our face
He never does not light our way
If in our hearts He’s asked to stay
His mercy for us, who’ve come undone
Without His grace, there is none
Born through Him is empathy
Compassion beyond pain when given freely
In action all our deed should be
It say’s the most of Him in me

The bandwagon has left the station

 

 

I keep noticing the bandwagons as they have already left the station.
They’re hard to miss when the hot air of hypocrisy fuels them to roar pitch.

The definition for bandwagon is as follows;
*A wagon used for carrying a band in a parade or procession
*A particular activity or cause that has suddenly become fashionable or popular.

I’m of the opinion that when the “I’m right/you’re wrong” flag is boldly paraded there is always potential that just cause/healing and change get lost in theatrics/ego and chaos. True victims get thrown under the bandwagon bus time and time again. The attempt for real change becomes more about the movement of the bandwagon and not what propelled it from the station in the first place. The bandwagon becomes the mob.

The definition of mob is as follows;
*A large crowd of people, especially one that is disorderly and intent on causing trouble or violence.
*Crowd around (someone) in and unruly or excitable way in order to admire or attack them.

The mob bullies its way past logic and fact, the primary purpose being to divide and concur. I don’t much care for the mob mentality and find it quite disturbing but then again isn’t that the goal? Shouldn’t we question when the encouragement to think, listen or debate is replaced with passive/aggressive, group think, and above all hypocritical behaviors.
While I do realize for sure there is strength in numbers, I so appreciate the courage it takes to stand up and be counted as not part of the crowd. I absolutely believe within each bandwagon hurling it’s way to mob rule is the hurtful attempt to exploit another’s pain and that for some the solution is in making sure there ain’t any.

 

 

 

My RIGHT To Know LIFE

Life’s lines get blurred when objective is lost
Many say my rights are of the utmost concern
Why then not counsel before such great cost
Not a decision made lightly, the truth to discern

Offer me solution, without destroying another
Tell me the truth as to what to expect
When offered the choice to abort me as mother
The expulsion of life, to relieve my regret

My anguish and panic are not for abuse
Not to be caught in agenda, while fact not disclosed
The remnant of child kept silent, as part of the ruse
Compassion means more, when life’s not opposed

If truly my rights are of the utmost concern
Truth be told please, in full disclosure
When does the rhythm of heartbeat on turn?
Objective not lost, lines not a blur, life through creation, forever pure

Beyond the Heart Undone

Mathew 29:34
Jesus had compassion on them and touched their eyes. Immediately they received their sight and followed him.

2 Corinthians 1:3-4
Praise be to God and the Father of Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.

In action all our deed should be
It say’s the most of Him in me
Gesture in the simplest form
Listening from a heart that’s torn

His light shines bright from the darkest place
Where we often are tempted to hide our face
He never does not light our way
If in our hearts we ask Him to stay

Help me Father to remain silently true
Your loves speaks beyond those who knew
Never will you abandon a one
Who asks you into the heart undone