Stand Tall

Another day, another time,

Slowly falling down the line.

Everyone ahead of me,

Drowning in what seems to be,

The remnants of an ancient time,

Falling on the clocks first chime.

Misery and agony

Piercing silent harmonies

Of anguished, forlorn cries,

Desolate with despairing sighs.

I stand aside, regarding this

Knowing what it is they miss.

A single tear rolls down my cheek.

It's all I shed for these, the weak.

“Now,” I say, “It's time for me

To be what I was made to be.”

Stepping back into the line

I'm falling out of sync and time.

Dominoes they seem to be,

Starting to fall out with me.

Ripples ease through memories,

Causing them to start to see

The reason I have come to them;

The reason I do not condemn.

A voice I hear, aloud it sounds,

“Come to me, all who abound

In sorrow, pain, and suffering.

This I give, my offering,

To you; the hurt, the sick, the weak.

It's here, to you, that I now speak.

So heed my words, and then decide,

Within your heart, will I abide,

And save you from the spreading tide

Of anger, hurt, and misery?”

As one they turn and look at me,

As one they fall down to their knees.

Accepting God, relief has come

Their suffering has now come undone.

Stepping out of line, they know

They've reached the end of all sorrow.

“God is here,” I tell them all,

“It's over now, so stand up tall.”