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The pain I feel is my
doorway across the threshold
into the room of all pain
where I find
Jesus My oppression is the doorway
into the room of all
oppression being the
oppressor being the
oppressed In that room I find
Jesus It moves me inward
to confess my collaboration
with oppression
and with pain.
Confession moved me outward
to fight oppression,
to lift up the
oppressed to end
oppression Inward to
value my doorway
my threshold
into that
room outward to do
justice to be a peace
warrior a justice
warrior nonviolent, but not by
much to proclaim liberty
to all who are
oppressed to proclaim liberty
to all oppressed parts
of
myself Freedom to those I
love to proclaim liberty
using
words when
necessary Justice is so hard
to
achieve a long, long, long, long
way to
level To live by faith in
the pain of
reconciling Giving value
to my grief
and
yours This is the
doorway This is the threshold
to salvation! ŠJack Price, 2009 Thanks for continuing to bless me as
we journey together. |
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