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FROM MARY'S BOOK PASSAGES OF LIFE- ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ---A Tool For Entrapment--He has violated you, stolen that which you held and found precious within your person. With selfish ambitions he took no thought of dragging your vows through the sheets of strangers. He smiled in the secrecy of his doings. Your tears filled the wine glass of his mistress, your pain the mountain of pillows her undeserving body rested upon. You looked, you searched, you whispered, you screamed for understanding, for justice, for righteousness. But all fingers sneer at you for any lacking you possessed.Tell your kinsmen of your sorrows. Let them hear your cries and woes. Let them bring judgment, a sentence upon such a vile soul as his. Speak of all her evils, speak of all his failings; let your heart find freedom in condemning his ways. Tie a rope around your bedpost, and let those who once deceived you trip in the foul, sullied, derisory consideration of their ways.Does he now cry? Does he, pray tell, try to utter repentance? How dare he show a glimpse of remorse! Sharpen the knife from which he suffers. Let not him speak of truths, let not him speak of hope, let not his thoughts seek reconciliation. Place thorns around his sanctuary. Let your people pluck out his eyes and see not the soul within him. Let not the words of forgiveness be uttered, it has long lost its meaning in hate and bitterness. Let none who associate with you, stand in his defence.Do you feel remorse; do you feel a desire to forgive? Do you feel a desire to give life to glimpses of hope? Has your bitter soul stolen even more than he could have ever taken? We have all listened to you and become an iron fortress surrounding. Nothing righteous can pass through our gates, not love, not hope, and surely not forgiveness. You have empowered us with all judgment. We will protect and help you build up higher walls. We will block your ears from his words, which may seek a home or resting place. We will not allow you to see his humanity.Forgiveness is denied. Victory is trapped. Redemption has been chained. Love has drowned in the vengeance of hearts. Hope has been spat upon and scorned by those your adversaries. There has been no room to release freedom concealed in truth. Sins have been multiplied. A soul still possessing purposeful seeds has been condemned to the pits of Hell. You and your acrimonious army have become blinded, withholding the Key to salvation. You and they are thieves of the love, forgiveness, and healing within Christ’s heart; instead of an instrument for rebirth, you have become a tool for entrapment.By Mary Grey- Pfeiffer-----SECOND FREE PREVIEW-----
A Letter to The Honourable Sir Pain:Oh heart,
do not obstruct each artery putting stop to your rhythmic sounds;
Oh mind,
cease from becoming dead to true emotions,
for I will settle my dues,
I will come to an understanding…Sir Pain,My cheeks sit wet once gain; I speak your name softly hoping not to awaken you. I must settle my account with you. I write this letter not really understanding if you are my beloved friend or most embittered enemy. Throughout my lifetime, you have taken so many forms in your development; yet I make no mistake in knowing you are omnipresent, resting even deep within my soul.Sir Pain, why have you caused so many scars in my heart, my mind, my person? When I think of times we have shared, I cry feeling bitterness and anger towards those who have brought you into my life. I cannot handle or comprehensively work through all the emotions mixed within memories of you. I hate to even speak of past relations I have had with you, lest I evoke uncontrollable weeping. It distresses me to welcome your company; a continual mission becomes how I can best evade you. If I see that someone will speak your name, I quickly move him or her into jovial conversation.Have I now become enslaved to you, or is it true that only when I employ you as my great enemy will your metamorphosis grow from tears to anger to bitterness to hate to evil to revenge to death? This I cannot allow! Sir Pain, better my person, make my rose blossom with each shower of tears you bring. I have seen you work in others; you can bring insight, growth, forgiveness, strength and love! I will not allow myself to become enslaved by those who have sent you. I will look honestly into your eyes, and walk triumphantly beside you.Sir Pain, my fears and disgruntlement have been projected upon you wrongly, for in you I cannot find dishonour. But let shame be upon those who wrongfully birthed you into existence, and let honour be upon your head, for from your lips I will find words of victory. You have brought me into places where I thought I had no strength. You have become an anchor that will not be moved, shining in glory around me. You, I now name The Honourable Sir Pain. I will never cease to embrace you with respect nor deny your name or person. Openly I will speak of you and even utter words, which may awaken your soul. Through you I will lead others in hope of a victorious life.I now end this letter with these few words: While I do not welcome you, in expectation of my future joy, I will accept each encounter with you and become a better person.Sincerely,A Former Broken and Tattered HeartBy Mary Grey- Pfeiffer
