~ Submission ~


In quiet desperation they
stretch out their hand,
searching for help
but no help is there.
"Where is the healing?" they cried
and hung their head in deep despair.

They were so close they couldn't see
the Jesus that died for you and for me,
Tears flow inwardly.
Smiling at the world
they shroud their agony.

Their burdens they keep entombed,
buried deep inside,
Our Heavenly Father pleads,
"I am the way, the life, come unto me,
cast your burdens at my feet".
but in the way stands pain and pride.

God, and His Son Christ,
 who died on brutal Calvary,
are always there.
Waiting patiently day after day,
they who understand
bow their heads in prayer.

~*~


 Janice Bumbalough Marler © 2003