Standing solitary on the
outside,
Looking wistfully in once
again.
Wanting deeply within my heart,
To
be thought of as a true friend.
At times the
door is often open,
Then closes after just a
little bit.
I always wonder if each
person,
Keeping it closed is a
hypocrite.
They show one face to all others,
But it
is not the face which I see.
A total
detachment is what I feel,
To this especially
painful degree.
Genuinely trying to
remain polite,
Helping the person I see in
need.
I feel inside it shall never
change,
No vision for me to ever
succeed.
There appears to be a large
group,
Clearly not wanting to include
me.
Whenever I try to extend my hand,
I
then find this door closed on me.
Loving
God with all my heart and,
I will continually
try my very best.
God wanted all of us
treated equal,
No one person held above the
rest.
Gazing in the mirror at my
image,
Wondering why the discard of
me.
Why certain people try to
pretend,
Trying to hide so others won't
see.
If you should observe these
faces,
Watch carefully what ever you
do.
Don’t turn away like I did and cry,
Never
let these phonies hurt you.
This was never part of God’s plan,
For He
will set everyone straight.
One day we all have
to go through,
Each record kept at heaven's
gate.
There written in ink all our
deeds,
Permanent in God's books above.
He
will decide when we get there.
If we really
carried heartfelt love.
©
Brenda Sparkman
August 27, 2005
Midi Playing: "Chasing Yesterday" © Bruce
DeBoer
"Reflecting" © Tom Seirak
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