These stones left from mental and physical abuse, molestation, divorce, poverty, low self-esteem, homelessness, prejudice/hate, no love or guidance. It’s hard to see the hatefulness of this world. It’s hard to see that some men have more regard for dogs than Black men. It’s hard to see hungry children without proper clothes. It’s hard for me to understand molestation, prejudice, and hate.
I still have black stones in my heart, but I worship and praise Him everyday so that I can see His face when I pray. I feel forgiveness. Yes, I have grown, but sometimes it seems I am on the road alone. Then I study a little more, and you show me the scars you bore. I say thank you again; then, another stone falls from within. Lord, you helped me shed these stones when you showed me the rocky road you walked.
My heart still has stones. I know you know, but by your grace, you show me new mercy’s everyday.