Sitting in silence, barely breathing,
gripped by fear,
voices calling her, listening through the pain,
taking apparent salvation to her head,
pulling the trigger,
now she is dead.
Stepping in the room,
seing her there, gun in hand,
tears falling, collapsing,
crying out for help,
he blames God,
now he is alone.
Seeing him cry, listening but no hearing,
wondering why, thoughts filling her mind,
wishing for something else,
pain filling her, tears flooding her eyes,
looking back, ashamed,
now she is guilty.
Sitting here alone, I read her letter,
pain claims me, my day crashing,
shock setting in, wishing I could help,
calling her, crying that night,
now I am helpless.
Watching me, staring and wondering,
whispering prayers, asking questions,
pain filling them as answers come,
sitting with me, not understanding,
now they are helpless.
Hanging on the cross,
dying, pain filling Him,
deserted by all,
taking us on Him, guilty because of us,
nailed there by choice
crying out, forsaken by God for an instant,
now He is love.
Now He understands.
