I've often found myself lost for words,
A stranger trapped between two worlds.
The one where I live in limitation,
The one where I should be an imitation.
I so often fail, struggle to even speak,
Overcome by the pain you shriek.
The two worlds are then plain to see,
Revealed within the inside of me.
In the first I see sickness and death,
Sorrow, misery and troubled breath.
Yet in the second life is abundant,
Everything not positive, redundant.
In one I live trapped within its limits,
Emotionally bound by the thickets.
And yet this world is but a womb,
My faith, the elephant in the room.
I have a certainty about the other,
And to you I should be an usher,
Who leads you with power and truth,
But I fail to walk within the proof.
I stand bewildered, at an incredible loss,
How do I lead you to the Cross?
The evidence before your very eyes,
Makes my second world look like lies.
Wheelchairs, bed pans and pain,
Rape and abuse for personal gain,
Selfish motivation and steely hearts,
In a world where love has counterparts.
There is somewhere so much better,
With all limits removed from the ledger,
Where a risen life from an ancient tomb
Is no longer an elephant in the room.
His love and sacrifice are out of place
Where protest marches are in your face.
Everyone wants to have their rights
As they struggle through bitter nights.
But this world is truly only temporal.
The other world more than conjectural.
I long to share my absolute certainty,
About a better place, a perfect eternity.
We can and will leave this world behind,
And to another world we will be assigned.
I'll wish I'd spoken, as heaven and hell loom,
About my faith, the elephant in the room.
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