My Steps

How is it that I have been allowed
To see so much
In my lifetime
To see between the lines
Of those around me
I feel their hurts
Share their happiness
I can know their walk
Which has taken them to such depths
Where darkness suffocates one
And fear dwells
And death surround them
Desiring their life
Desiring to snuff them out
Like a dwindling candle
And I can know the walk
Of those that have risen far above
Where the sun shines
And everything is all right
I have walked in their shoes
And can comfort those
That need comforting
And feel their hurts
For their hurts run deep
No one else can know
Unless they have walked in their shoes
And, even I
Even I cannot know their exact hurts
For each one has their own hurts
That bring them down so low
That their only way out
Is death
How they welcome death
It would be better than life
At the moment for them
How we need to help those
That walk down in the depths of the earth
And cannot find their way out
Wandering around in the dark
Not knowing where the key is
To open the door
That would shed light
Onto their hurting soul
We need to help these hurting people
For they are our brothers
And our sisters
They really are us
What if
What if we were to be born
In their family
Live in their country
Dwell in their home
What if
We need to be so thankful
For God has blessed us so
Never take anything for granted
For we could have walked in their shoes
We could have felt their pain
And needed a helping hand
Needed the love of someone that cared
Be ever thankful
That you know the Lord
We need to teach the hurting
We need to reach out
And touch these poor
Weakened souls

Gail Adams August 5/11
Author of Heaven and Earth and In Between