Life, Love & God. Justin C. Hart

left, look right, look up, look down

      Look at all the people you just found

      Look when you walk

      Look when you ride

      Look how they run

      Look how they drive

      Look at their faces

      Look at their hair

      Look at their smiles

      Look but don't stare

      Look at their struggles

      Look at their tears

      Look at their frustrations

      You've been looking for years

      You've been looking for too long

      You look but do nothing

      Look at all the hurting people

      Now is the time to do something

       TERRIBLE THOUGHTS

      I know this is terrible, but…

      I've contemplated suicide more than I should admit

      The devil has implanted terrible thoughts in my head as a kid

      I've thought about calling it quits, time and time again

      And my life isn't even terrible…

      My heart goes out to you, if your life has been…

       TEARS

      One night I realized tears weren't clear

      Cried they dripped slightly red

      They were inner wounds from disappointments

      Blood-like tears ever-flowing shed

      Soaked until pain yelled pain

      But agony replaced it instead

      Watered couch with tears cried often

      Puddles nearby surrounded bed

      Tissues nor sleeves nor handkerchiefs were enough

      Weightiness from eyes hung head

      Longing for liberation ached seeking soul

      My, my, my emotions dancing but were dead

      Jesus wept then shall I

      Tears crocodile by ruined stale bread

      Once I heard man cannot live on bread only

      Forever God's spoken words, Jesus said

      Tears zero since then

       SRAET

      Clear weren't tears realized I night one

      Red slightly dripped they cried

      Disappointments from wounds inner were they

      Shed ever-flowing tears like blood

      Pain yelled pain until soaked

      Instead it replaced agony but

      Often cried tears with couch watered

      Bed surrounded by near puddles

      Enough weren't handkerchiefs nor sleeves nor tissues

      Head hung eyes from weightiness

      Soul seeking, ached liberation for longing

      Dead were but dancing emotions, my, my, my

      I shall, then wept Jesus

      Bread stale, ruined by crocodile tears

      Only bread, man cannot live, heard I once

      Said Jesus, words spoken, God's forever

      Then since, zero tears

      Times are changing IT IS WHAT IT IS