THE PLEA

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    THE PLEA



    The nights are lonely, sitting here all alone……
    Wishing one day to have someone to hold……
    I was up late last night, I got on my knees and challenged GOD to a fight………..
    I screamed, yet no one heard me....I cried, yet no one saw my
    tears…………….
    Then I asked the Lord to open his ears…………
    Do you know my pain? Do you see me cry?
    Why do you make me live when I ask to die?
    Take me Lord, don’t leave me here………
    To live without love, that’s my only fear………….
    I did it all right………….
    The way I was taught, I read your book and never fought……………..
    I said my prayers every night, “Dear Lord Change My Life”
    I’ve never enjoyed warm arms clenched around me…………….
    I’ve never had a shoulder to lean on…………….
    Lord takes away the pain………..
    I’ll do anything just keep it away…………
    I hurt with it, I can’t take no more………
    Don’t lock me away………
    Don’t shut the door……………….
    Let me see the light……………..
    Take away this night…………..
    Help me hide the darkness in my soul……………..
    Before this rage takes its toll..........
    Help me Lord, I’m begging please…………….
    You’re the only one who will listen to me………..

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    jademelissa74 commented on THE PLEA

    05-31-2009

    Pain dies. It always does. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the clock aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. Painful memories seem to swirl dizzily around the inside of your head until they reach an exhausting point... After that, they simply vanish in the light of the brand new day. I have lived, laughed, and cried enough to earn the right to say that....Pain dies. It always does. Even when it seems impossible :))

    trorob

    06/22/2009

    Sorry to take so long to reply. I don't agree that all pains dies or just goes away. I've lost a father, brothers, a wife, and at one time everything I owned. I've thrown everything away that's mattered to me once. Some pain just doesn't leave you. Although it get's easier as time passes by. Yet some things just don't die away.

    jademelissa74

    06/22/2009

    Dear friend, to surrender is to ackowledge that the pain has died. The painful memories of such will remain, but they do not ache when you have God in your heart, they simply try to rob your from your joy, but the heart will find a reason to be happy once more! I like your work! I love a sincere poem!

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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