God Was Abused

I toiled for forty years
In a desert I was planted
Storm after storm blew
Desert sand cut through me
Tearing off the flowers
But the tree grew fruit still
For the few who encountered me
They ate and were sated
For the fruit was and Is
The purest Love of the Lord

I bled and bled
That blood soaked bed
I wanted to hate
Hate the deed
Not the dead He said
Forgiveness was all that was left

Tears now stream down like a river
Filled with the blood of my enemy
The flow of blood and water
Burned the soil to death

But that tree grew
Despite the neglect
For Two in One
Is truly the Trinity
Of a God so loving
He protected me all these years

So to Him I give my thanks
Forever like incense
I burned those pruned branches
Amen

One thought on “God Was Abused

  1. To that, because I am a man who was abused, the attention I get is one of ridicule and not compassion. So fuck your evil ways, the Lord will CRUSH you for it unless you all repent. Yes, I am very angry and not willing to relent unless you do! Peace.

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