I’ve seen bitterness claw at the pure hearts, tearing apart the soft walls that envelope love and peace. They become irritated and hard, terribly strong walls that suffocate what matters most.
But I’ve seen forgiveness clad in the unfair armor of grace, riding bravely to the towering barricades and annihilating the thick fortifications. Brick by brick they’re broken. Year by year freedom reigns.
Freedom is coming.