Allison Janae Blog

Here His hand enters in
Reaching deep: scraping crevices, sweeping corners
Drawing out fears from dark places
And bringing them out into hot sunlight
To burn away.
Burn fears, whose entangling fingers
Grope at my soul,
Grinding in lies like gravel
Into the vulnerable places of my heart.
It hurts to clean out the lies-
It’s excruciating-
Yet the lies thrive when only bandaged over
They increase and spore out like mold
Going yet deeper
Eating at more and more of my core.

But the fear is not strong enough.
The flame of the light breaks in,
From Strong and Honest hands
And the Lies and Fears claw,
With pain trying to scare away
He Who will cast them out.
But once the rise of pain is at its peak,
And my soul and heart breaks with the weight of it,
The fears burn away.
Their scars still ache,
But they have lost their place
And lost their power.
The suffering brings out the healing
The restoration cannot begin
Until the breaking is complete.