Suspended, rare

Flaming arrows stay there

Purposed to kill, steal, and destroy

My faith nullifies your efforts, you no longer employ

Wheat, tare

Mixed together we cry unfair

But when He does the sifting, whose lifting? Beware

Of the judgment, you pronounce on others take care


Facing my fears conquering the dragon of despair

The days I’ve spent  pitying the process could have yielded growth

Satan fell, I’ve been raised; Yes, I praise. The time I wasted I rue the most

Suspended, rare

Wheat, tare


Searching for answers that were already there

-Lady Jay