I'm doing well he said, forcing a smile, not meaning a single word
Trust is, he tries to fly with two broken wings, but he's still a bird
Life's been a long, hard road and in some ways it's just begun
He wants his smile to shine so bright, but he can't even see the sun
Choices, losses, death, pain, the storms~ it all floods his mind
Wishing he could change, but it seems like he's running out of time
How did he get here, why did he come & how does he find his way home?
Feels so broken, feels so lost, wandering in the desert, but he's not alone
Only time he feels whole is when memories play through his head like film
For he remembers the little boy, the one with the smile, that used to be him
His eyes betrayed his words as as soon as they jumped off his lip
And if this is reality, not a dream, he really needs to get a grip
Though the rain pours and the winds howl, the sun will still rise tomorrow
That's why he should learn to live again instead of focusing on the sorrow
He's been battered & beaten, his heart shattered & tattered into little tiny pieces
He looks in the mirror, falls to his knees and cries out, 'I need you Jesus!!'
Crumbles to the ground, broken & alone, as he feels Love's warm embrace
Knowing his past is wiped away as he emerses himself in grace!
Copyright John Mark Brooks June 5, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
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