Cut Out

Cut Out 9/18/2013

Yesterday is a worthless day

Gone down into memory

Like it never happened at all

And all our best efforts

Are eroded with time

And weathered away.

Tomorrow could be a blessing

Or it might not come at all

As we are cut off

By cruel circumstance

Or random murder.

The reasons might be convenient

Or they might be erased

Because it’s the agenda that matters

And not the real truth. 

If something seems wrong

Then maybe there is a reason

And if people are hidden

Then they have a truth to tell. 

Evil lurks in the shadows

Waiting to take our lives

Either by theft or deception

Our souls are ripe and tempting. 

Many great things could have happened

Had we not been led astray

But isn’t that the same old story

We have heard a million times before.

Some days are full of promise

And some days, many almost believe

But the next day

They are drug down

By the smallest of sins. 

The journey upwards is hard

But it is so easy to fall

Tumbling down head over heels

Like we never tried at all. 

I loved her more than life

And I would have cut off my arm

If only I could have kept

What I never owned at all.  

Others come and others lie

Never missing a chance

To manipulate or deceive

Just to get what they want

Which is always money

And ease.

I have struggled to stand

And each step is painful

Weakened by the old wounds

That have never healed. 

One day I feel good

And the next I am undone

As I am reminded

All I might have been

But will never have again. 

Every last mention

Has been covered over

So that my name disappears

Replaced and lowered

Like it never happened at all.

The days come and go

And I smile and laugh

But life has lost it's colors

And all of its taste.

The colors are muted

And the skies are gray

Because there is little left to celebrate

And almost nothing to say. 

Others speak of small things

And others plan their dreams

Without any inkling

That all of it

Is dead. 

They spring forward

And then they fall back

Falling down, where they first started

Just as dumb and dead. 

If God can see the future

Then he has seen all the past

Watching me fall and get up

And fall all over again. 

He can see my mistakes

Even before I knew

Hearing every prayer

And counting every wound.

He knew that this would happen

And he knew the reason why

But not because I am abandoned

But only because he loved. 

I am scolded for my selfishness

And admonished for my pride

Because I did not know 

And had not learned.

The lessons stung my heart

And the weight of evil

Almost crushed my spirit

But it was he who gave me strength

When I had nothing left at all. 

He has kept every promise

And he will keep this to

To raise me up when I am ready

And bring me home to you.

We shall yet all be together

Both here and also there

Finally where we belong

Perfect, painless and free.