That Far Away Stare
26 Aug 2023 8:25 am
Sitting in a room so small
A pretty view a phone to call
No one beside you to hold your hand
Staring off into a far away land
Your little room a holding cell
Your broken mind in prison held
A body living a memory gone
Feet for dancing but no heart for song
How I prayed and how I cried
While you slipped out from your mind
The hands that held and comforted me
Now drawn and withered like winters tree
You gave your all and all took what they could
Now you sit here alone while others don't do what they should
Folks have forgotten how to love and care
They have forgotten that life is to share
So here is to the forgotten who have forgotten themselves
There is still one who loves you and knows you well
Jesus will take you from your prison some day
He will give you a new body that will never wither away.
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