Twisted And Torn

Twisted and torn like the clothes upon his back. Holes in his soul like the shoes on his feet.
No one noticed the degree of destruction impended upon him by life in his hell. No one took the time to speak or wish him well.
Twisted and torn like the memories of yesterday, that faded away. The good times, the family times, the needed times, the wanted times, the known by others times, the times the times they did change.
Twisted and torn like our own wishes and wants, our own selfhish sinister thoughts, our own self appraised values and worths that far outweigh the true value of ourselves, when left up to ourselves. People will betray, people will lie, people will cheat, people will inflict pain and sorrow without end.
Untwised and untron is the whole complete sweet and kind soul of our creator..God. He never changes from beginging (alpha) to the end (omega), he is the same forever. Only in him can the twisted and torn be made comple and whole again. Only in him can our worth be improved to its fullness as was intended when he made us in his own image. Believe it, receive it. Bob Lester