condemnation-voices
generated by my brain.
emotions--mere chemicals
concentrated
diffused to poisonous
vapors in my mind--

cowering in this corner of my soul
i tremble, terrified
at the lashes i know
will fall
undeserved.
Scorn jabs at old wounds with pointed sticks
and smirks.

self must stand
up to the disembodied voices,
up in the undertow of scorn--
For no condemnation is there
in this river of grace,
no poison in this deep, deep cup,
No scorn from this Spirit invisible.
No condemnation--
hear, oh my soul--
for those in this Christ.

And I stand up in my soul to find
He is still with me.
I shall
not fear.

ARH 7/13/08 - Rom. 8