Sadness' Source

From deep within the hurt begins.
It's source is in my soul.

It's name is sadness, not regret.
It takes a different road.

It doesn't come from selfishness.
It's no kin of contempt.

It doesn't make me angry.
I feel no need to vent.

I knew the words would hurt me.
I've heard them times before.

But, this time I was standing.
Purposely standing outside the door.

I saw the arrow coming.
I knew what it was coming for.

I didn't raise my armour.
Like so many times before.

I let the arrow hit it's mark,
It's mark it did find true.

It's the source of deep sadness.
Sadness over me and you.

The Wake

In those time, when He's leading the way
The wake that goes fourth is full of Mercy and Grace.

It gives life, it brings Hope.
It's Great to be around.

It's painful most times.
But, then what in this world isn't

The other times this can't be said.
For the wake that follows in leaves many dead.

It's in those times that He's not leadin.
When I've took control, for whatever reason.

Those times are fewer, fewer than before.
They seem to diminish as He shows me more.

More of how much I need Him.
Need Him every second of the day.

To make the wake that goes forth.
Full on Mercy and Grace.

Richard.

Life

beatin, battered, and bruise
hurt, sad, and confused

battle weary, stressed out
full of frustration, only one way out.

comfort gone, chaos abounds
can hardly wait til the truimph sounds.

doesn't seem fair, doesn't seem right
that death would be such a welcomed sight

death's sting is gone, no longer a bitter taste
O' why, O' why, do I long to leave this place.

beatin, battered, and bruise
hurt, sad, and confused

battle weary, stressed out
full of frustration, only one way out.