I remember this being better. But that’s kind of how our memories work. The lens we remember things sometimes makes them seem a little better (or worse) than they actually were.
God? Are you there? Can you hear my thoughts?
If you can, I plead….please….heal my heart.
How I’ve gotten here, I don’t even know.
The future’s so uncertain; I don’t know where to go.
One wrong step can lead so far astray,
Just one choice can throw it all away.
I’ve heard it said that it’s a slow fade,
But can you tell me why it only felt like a day?
I knew a man; he was strong and proud,
He knew who he was and followed no crowd.
He stood by his word and kept it to heart,
Stood firm in his beliefs and wisdom he sought.
But he disappeared a long time ago,
And left me there standing in his shadow.
I hope that one day we can meet again,
So I can let him know, his sins they are forgiven.
His name I have forgotten but I somehow feel connected,
To the stranger I once knew, and whose life I have rejected.
God? Are you there? Can you hear my cries?
If you can, I plead….please….hold me tight.
Originally posted: December 9, 2011