Him, My Father and Me
Him:
You are weak, crying.
Why must you feel?
Why must you feel down every time you get hurt?
You are weak,
You are nothing!
Your emotions persist in getting the better of you.
Left and right,
Willy-nilly they go crazy.
You are weak for crying over hurts, past and present.
My Father:
Yes my child, you are weak,
Not for weeping.
For if you are in me,
You are no longer weak,
But strong in me.
Mourning for a time is well,
But remember my light comes in the morning.
You are strong in me
Him:
You are weak, caring.
You "care" for one another?
No!
For you are no help to them!
They need not your silly help!
They would be glad to be rid of you,
They care naught for you,
Only for themselves.
You are weak and lie to yourselves, none of you care.
My Father:
Yes my child, you are weak,
Not for caring.
For if you are in me,
You will care with my help
And those you help will be blessed, as you will.
Those who care for one my children as they would me, shall be blessed.
But remember my light comes in the morning.
You shall care for others in me
Me:
I may be weak,
For crying,
But you are there.
I may feel weak
For caring
But you are there.
In the night
As I cry
And in the day
As I care.
You are there
Blessing me.
Loving me.
As I cry and care.
Lord.
Thank you
For loving me
As I cryAs I care.