Path To Healing
Often times wonder what's the point of
this existence,
Is there really any reason or significance.
Where will the path with the iron rod
really lead,
And when you get to the end will there be
any more blood to bleed.
They say one will never be given to much,
But is there really any guidance at all
without the feel of a real persons touch.
Wandering aimlessly alone but hanging
onto that iron rod,
Wondering and hoping at the end of all
this there is a real God.
That he may show compassion for all the
mistakes that have been made,
That he might understand the evil tricks
and games that people have played.
Looking back down the path of loved ones
forgotten and lost,
Was this decision really worth the cost.
Leaving behind all that you know to be
real,
To hopefully find true happiness and ever
lasting life and a touch that can make one
heal.
Copyright © M. E. Hathcock | Year Posted 2012
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