Look at me, do you see me? Do you see the pain I have inside? Are you really looking? Here I am, I am amongst the shadows of society where I exist but people want to believe that I don’t. I am merely a figment to the imagination to some people, but know that I am real. I a
m real and alive, breathing just like you, made from the same God and yet you continue to pass me bye without a single look back. This is my world, to be shunned, to be ignored, to have the cries of my soul silenced in the midst of your busy lifestyle. All I long for is someone to hold out their hand to me. To say hello or give me a single smile or glance my way. My heart is heavy for day in and day out I roam these streets looking for someone to not take pity on me but to love me. To love me like you claim that you love people, unconditionally. Yet all I get is judgment from you, with your heavy eyes and turned down grins.
Is this really my fault that this is my life? That you have been blessed beyond belief and yet here I am trying to fight even a grain of salt. How can I know that there really is anything better out there when all I receive is the worst? I know it sounds like I am bitter and angry, at times I must admit that I am. Yet I find myself finding joy in the small things, while you who continue to grumble and mumble can’t even seem to do that. So who really is the poor one? Am I, who cannot get enough water to quench my thirst? Or is it you who cannot see how blessed you really are?
I want share something with you. I want to tell you my dream, my dream is that I will one day be led l
ike a sheep across the greenest open spaces, where I get to lay by quiet waters, where my soul is restored, my hope is renewed, and the love that I so long for will be given fully and completely. Where the great shepherd will take me in as his own, and say welcome home my beloved. Yes this is my dream. My dream to know of this love that you preach about and yet do not share. So here is my question for you, why do you talk of such things if you are not willing to submit to them? To fully commit yourself to the love that is freely given to you? So don’t pass me bye as if I am just a shadow in this hollow world. Rather reach out and touch me as Jesus touched the leper. For that touch healed years of wounds and that is what I long for. Will you not help me get to this heavenly place? Will you not help me feel loved??
"In painful times, God is strengthening you. In peaceful times, he is restoring you. In all times, he is loving you."
