The Meaning of Rescue - Now that I’m home, bathed, settled, and fed All nicely tucked in my warm new bed. I’d like to open my baggage Lest I forget, There is so much to carry - So much to regret. Hmm . . Yes, there it is, right on the top. Let’s unpack Loneliness, Heartache, and Loss And there by my leash hides Fear and Shame As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave - I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain. I loved them, the others, the ones who left me, But I wasn’t good enough - for they didn’t want me. Will you add to my baggage? Will you help me unpack? Or will you just look at my things - And take me right back? Do you have time to help me unpack? To put away my baggage, To never repack? I pray that you do - I’m so tired you see, But I do come with baggage - Will you still want me?
Posted on: Mon, 01 Jul 2013 02:52:26 +0000
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