3am wake ups
Seem to be the norm.
I felt a sudden down pour splash my face,
Then realized it was tears
From a common time and place.
Flash backs of that feeling of the lump in my throat
When man’s rage hit my spirit, like an out of tune note.
Lord, if I must travel in my miners car, down memory lane
I ask that You hold me close….
Till I know longer feel this pain…..
Until it becomes my place of strength…
To which I would travel
I hear the creek of the tires
As it prepares to turn a track…
Like a haunted corridor….I wish to leave
But can’t turn back.
Oh, that feeling!
That pain…that jabs my gut…
Like contractions during child birth
That slow to heal
I’d rather feel that…than what I feel now
Or the pain of a worked back
Tilling the earth with a mule pulled plow.
You don’t even have to talk
Just embrace me with Your arms
Hold me till this journey’s end….
Keep my heart from permanent harm.