The scattered bones of the soul
Are the hurtful words that come a person’s way
The sting can only be taken by God I pray
May a new chapter of peace unfold.
Scattered bones come from years of damaging memories
Where a person can go through much pain and hurt
And they feel like dirt
Give me your burden is God’s decree.
We are to acknowledge but not live in the past
Life is not a bed of roses, but neither full of dread
Be grateful for the morning, noon and evening before going to bed
To follow God what a glorious dye will be cast.
So scattered bones you have no place here
My bones and memories have healed
With God’s favor I am sealed
I serve a God of love, strength, wisdom, mercy and not fear.
By Ty Stingel
August 23, 2013