The Hurting Ones
11/26/00
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They cry alone in the darkness
Wailing in grief of such unbearable pain
Dark shadows fill the room
Tap water dripping in the background
Drip Drip Drip Drip
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Louder and louder the sobbing gets
They clench their stomach with their fists
They cover their faces and sob
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They regurgitate their hearts with every loathsome wail
Their spirits rejecting the pain inside
Yet the pain sticks steadfast in their hearts
The demons twisting till another cry is heard
Drip drip drip drip drip
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The echo reverberating like a shadow tracking its pray
Silence
More silence
Finally a muffled sob
Drip drip drip drip
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No one knows why
They just cry
What perplexity could be lurking inside of them
A monster
A darkness closing in on a sterile land
They have no power to rise up
So they cry
They sit and sadly do nothing
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Like a cancer the pain keeps growing
Not long now until it takes the last objective
Drip drip drip drip
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How long until death takes me they ask
Will death come at all
Or will the pain just keep coming
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No doctor can heal their pain
No hope for an empty tin can
Nor any light in this cold dark nowhere
Reality is all around
Drip drip drip
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Where did the hope go
What about love
How about the man with stripes on his back and head
With holes in his hands and feet
Who will step up and give the love
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They are out there
The hurting ones
They don’t know who they are
In chains
They can’t live or walk or be who they are
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Let me be their light
Let me show the way
Present the cure
Help me stop the
Drip drip drip drip
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Now is the best time to remember those who are hurting and have no one and no where to go. We can reach out to those who we know, and be Jesus to them. Come down to their level and touch their hearts with hope. Jesus would do it.