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Chapter One.
A short Poem from my heart – written to express the thoughts and questions of the lost, lonely, rejected & alone and of whom I looked after from within a Drop in Centre.
Do you know me.
Do you know the depth of my mind beyond which point there is no return?
Have you ever been there?
To what depth must I suffer before I receive healing. Can your Jesus heal. Can you prove to me he is real?
Or is he just another illusion beyond reach.
There for the rich and powerful but not for me, and in name only, holding me back from ever being free.
To where do the dead and the lost look beyond the grave.
Do you suffer as I do? Do you think your Jesus knows who I am, or would he even care?
Would you.
Can he reach the darkest depth of my mind and look inside? What would he see?
Would it be the same filth as on my outside from living on the road, or would your Jesus see the real me, crying and wanting to be free, scared and in need of love, rejected and alone.
Just what would you see. Would it bring fear and rejection, or an open hand with love? Could you clothe and feed me and take me into a place of warmth.
Can your Jesus heal my broken mind? Can he hear my soul as it cries out, lost and confused, scared of drowning in its own sins?
Am I beyond reach or his love, am I still to be on my own?
Do you see me from the same eyes as society? Can you see the shadow of my past haunting my every move, and destroying every new relationship from fear, a reflection of a life gone by, and a mind so twisted and confused, it is weeping in pain?
Can you reach out and heal my hurt, cast out my demons and fears, and heal the pain from so many years of rejection.
Will your Jesus heal me and take me as I am, hungry, confused, and in mental pain, needing a friend to love me and a place to lay my head.
Or will you and your Jesus be like all the others from years gone by, and pass me by, as if I am unseen, condemned to damnation for past sins, and already judged, rejected and alone.
By John R A Smith.
