You are helpless in your struggles
And your anger rises fast
Each day the sickness grows within
As you hold onto the past
You fought hard to build my kingdom
And you say that it's not fair
That others who just sat and watched
Are just as welcome there.
But I can soothe your bitter thoughts
And calm your angry fears
If you'll look up from your bloody mess
And cry those gentle tears.
So tell me all about it
Before you turn and walk away
Before all that's left
Is your broken heart
As night turns into day.
The sun will rise to greet you
If you'll only turn and see
Then you won't be chasing shadows,
You'll be following where I lead.
Joe Morriss
February 2013
Reflection on helplessness and failure after trying to "do more" to please God in the face of apparent defeat.
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