My White Son Has Killed A Black Man
My white son has killed a black man.
I am an African.
The man held him at knife point.
He answered as we planned.
Though sleight, my son wheeled on him,
With hands still in the air
Then sent the assailant flying.
I wish I had been there.
Evil has no color,
Evil has no skin,
Evil has no race,
Let the war begin.
The good and true against
The vain, usurping liars
Who’ll be removed like this young man …
From glass with pairs of pliers.
And yet I deeply grieve the loss of this man.
Therein lies the paradox … found in our Lord’s hand.
— rcg
Janet Devlin
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IF I told you that this life as most people live it is an illusion would you believe that? What about me telling you that this life is a Spiritual War, and our purpose here, is to "choose to choose" to be on the side of God, and then live accordingly. Would you believe that?
I pray you do believe me, because what I speak is truth.
I know you are not Randall writing this, because I know that Randall is hidden within you, it's like he's given up. Which is ok for him because he has strength within all of you to carry on in his name.
All of you are in my prayers.. Love and hugs to all... Sarah
Hi Thorn it's nice to meet you. You really have a way with words in your writing. Thank you for sharing...Look forward to reading more from you.
Where's Simon, and why is he so quiet?
Take care all
Love and hugs
Sarah