TWENTY AND ONE AFTER
Long ago... a time so far away
to me it seems just yesterday
To use human words to express the mind
is one thing to say, and another to find
Never fully quite able to say what we feel
by interpreting the heart... to begin to heal
So we go on with life, trying our best
to keep ourselves standing, during the test
For many of us there, there were things that impressed
and as great as they were, we should be depressed
It is a wonder at all, we're alive to tell...
"my brothers, my sisters, there's no place like hell!"
I know that now... I was there back then
back when it all started... back in the begin
I know some will say, "he's not quite all here"
they must answer the question, "Have you really met fear!"
I'm not speaking of the normal fears in life
but the horrors and hate, degradation and strife!
These things I know would tear you apart
There's no running away... no matter how smart
How do we release our souls from the pain
that over the years drive us insane?
The anguish and grief, intermixed with the good
gets filed into memory... under an emotional hood
Sooner or later, as an untreated sore
comes back with misery... all the more
We should go into counseling, some people would say
but that's not for everyone... by the way
As for me I guess, to write I choose
it's time I do something... I'm starting to loose
Much good happened since that time back then
must quell the mind from, "remembering when"
This vow I do make, today as of right now...
take rest from sweet Jesus, He'll handle it somehow
A brother once said, in a song dear to me...
"Return to thy rest oh my soul,
for the Lord has dealt bountifully with thee"
I've tried my best, to cover my shame
without God's help, I'm only to blame
My heart, like a wound, with attention not had
must go to the Christ, the balm of Gilead.