Quand on a des débuts de vie chaotiques il n’est pas aisé de trouver le chemin du pardon et de la résilience pour avancer. Le témoignage de Kirk Franklin qui a trouvé dans la foi la voie du pardon à ses parents qui ont blessé ses premiers pas dans la vie et de fait sa vie tout court me touche. Merci à lui pour ce témoignage puissant.
Apprendre à laisser aller ceux qui nous blessent, les libérer des prisons d’amertume et de non pardon dans lesquels nous les tenons en captivité n’est pas aisé quand l’on est encore blessé et que l’on subit encore les conséquences des actes de ceux qui nous ont blessé. C’est possible je le sais, c’est un chemin sur lequel j’apprends à marcher sans attendre que l’on mérite le pardon pour le donner. C’est un chemin que je découvre incroyablement porteur de liberté.
My momma gave me up when I was four years old
She didn’t destroy my body, but she killed my soul
Now it’s cold ’cause I’m sleepin in my back seat
I understand the spirit’s willing, but my flesh is weak
(Let him speak) Let me speak
I never had a chance to dream
ten years old and findin love in dirty magazines
Ms. December you remember, I bought ya twice
Now I’m thirty plus and still payin the price
Had a sister that I barely knew
Kinda got separated by the age of two
Same momma different daddy so we couldn’t fake it
I saw my sister’s daddy beat her in the tub naked
Take it serious the demons in a man’s mind
The same man on rape charges now he’s doin’ time
Crack followed him and like daddy prison thirteen years
Haven’t seen her I guess she’s traded tears for fears
Shout, Shout,
Let it all out
These are the things I can do without
So come on,
I’m talkin’ to you
So Come on
Sex was how I made it through
Without someone to teach you love, what else is there to do?
See where I’m from they call you gay, say you ain’t a man
Show them you ain’t no punk
Get all the girls you can
A simple plan that still haunts me now today
Back to seventeen and got a baby on the way
No GED, all I see is failure in my eyes
If you listening and remember I apologize
I was raised falling in the church
Made mistakes and heard the Lord’s calling in the church
After service in the parking lot getting high
Wanted to be accepted so bad I was willing to die
Even tried to tell the Pastor, but he couldn’t see
Years of low self-esteem and insecurities
Church taught me how to shout and how to speak in tongues
But preacher, teach me how to live now when the tongue is done, help me
Shout, Shout, Let it all out
These are the things I can do without
So come on
I’m talking to you
So come on
See I, See I
I just wanna let it go, just wanna let it go, just let it go
Jesus please on my knees can’t You hear me crying
You said to put it in Your hands and Lord I’m really trying
You wasn’t lying when You said You reap what you sow
Like that night momma died, it’s hard to let it go
You adopted me, cared for me, changed my name
But I cursed at you, lied to you, left you pain
It’s not strange I can still see it in my head
To know for hours you were lying there in that bed
If you’re listening to this record
If it’s day or night
If you momma is still living, treat your momma right
Don’t be like me and let that moment slip away
And be careful ’cause you can’t take back what you say
To my real momma if you’re listening I’m letting it go
To my father, I forgive you, ’cause you didn’t know
That the pain was the preparation for my destiny
And one more thing Lord let my son be a better man than me
Shout, Shout, Let it all out
These are the things I can do without
So come on
I’m talking to you
So come on
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Ca muscle, ça rend plus fortes les pousses de foi en moi.
. J’ai eu raison d’avoir un doute, grâce au commentaire d’Ebène je sais que c’est Crystal Lewis et non Dido. (Merci Ebène pour l’info)
