Tears that I wanted
Tears that I wanted to cry, tears for all the lies,
no tears do I have left, my face is not wet.
Years that’s been given, years that I’ve been liven,
how many more years do I have left.
Life in seasons, life for a reason,
ungraspable length of time, determined quality of life.
Shortness of the day, shortness of the stage,
length of opportunities are shorter than expected.
Stop and just let me be, go ahead and get away,
pushing people far can be quite effective.
Running life’s race faster than all participants,
many wounds cannot be sealed any longer.
Abruptly stopping, palms touch the hard surface,
fragile life, our strength is never enough.
There is One, One whose knowledge cannot be quenched,
close proximity here today, He counts our wanting tears.
Matthew Alexander Reed
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