Sympathy Pains Poem by Lorene Kinsey

Lord, this scene, it makes me sick,
To see a Christian turn on you
To break his 12 year covenant
To the woman he promised himself to.
 
And while I know her suffering
Is met by your love and grace
It does not erase the fear, frustration
Of witnessing his disgrace.
 
As hard as it was to surrender my life
To the father whose love is true
I simply cannot imagine the turmoil
Of turning my back now on you.
 
Lord, thank you for my conscience
That so heavily weighed on me then
And now, as a Christian, guides me
More strongly away from sin.
 
God, if you could give me
Just this little thing I ask,
Help me mind my sharpened tongue
Every time the adulterers pass.
 
And please, if you could spare me from
His efforts to prove a point,
As he calls out my name with witnesses
Knowing I will give him what he wants—
 
A response of silence as I look straight,
Away, refusing attention to,
not letting their sinful lips, presence
bring my words to a point, uncouth.
 
God, I continue to thank you for
Allowing me to exercise control
When I know that the woman in me
Wants to let my emotions flow.