I stood at the cross, crying, my heart full of pain;
I looked at my life in pieces crushed,
Like a smashed windowpane;
I remembered my youth and the laughter living I did;
I remembered my good and bad times
And what sin I had hid;
I remembered what could have been
Wasn't the story now;
I thought of my previous life
A story never to foretell.
Thought of the scars on my heart
Like a worn out old rag
Some never seen on the outside,
But Jesus felt the scars.
I remembered the road
I had trodden
The life I had hoped would be,
But all I lived now seems void,
And ended in a deep blue sea.
When life on earth is ended
Another takes its place
We all must rest from labour
Away from earthly state
To join
The join the links together
Added again to our Kin.
Where no tears will be uttered
No pain felt and no sin.
Where Jesus will be waiting
Who died for you and me
Living together
A Spirit that's now set free.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another one from my dear departed mum x.
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Comments2
A sensitive write 2.
We had a song on that theme. But a 'mad musician' ruined it, by hammering on a keyboard, and nearly broke it!
I have recently found my way back to God. This is very touching and beautifully written. So relatable to me!
That is good news!
Our stories are all different but in essence the same.
Find us the right path,
Show us the way x.
Yes. And poetry brings us together if written well!
I don't doubt that.
Not sure how I got here though!
It’s not for you to know just yet. Just trust in the process of your journey.
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