Some see me
as a wild beast
creeping in the
wilderness waiting
to devour them.
They paint me
with sharp claws,
dark eyes and
nothing but
selfish desire.
Others see me
as if I am a tamed
beast, powerful
but with a gentle
spirit, no intent
for killing, unless
a craving over
powers me.
Many fear my stripes
and assume they
are my prey,
what am I?
I was not born with these stripes.
They were given to me as I
became of age.
I knew it had to be done,
I did not want to receive
such a torturous award,
but I was willing.
I am not like any other,
These stripes not
only marked me,
but history as well,
what am I?
Do not fear because
my stripes are
set apart. In my stripes
are many colors.
Love, mercy,
gentleness and kindness
and so much more.
Yet, most crucial of all,
in my stripes,
redemption
is found. “He was pierced for our
transgressions; crushed for
our iniquities; the punishment
that brought us peace was
upon Him, by His wounds we are
healed“(Isaiah 53:5).
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