The Meaning of Rescue
Author Unknown
Now that I'm home, bathed, settled
and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed.
I'd like to open my baggage
Lest I forget,
There is so much to carry -
so much to regret.
Hmm... Yes there it is, right on the top
Let's unpack Loneliness,
Heartache and Loss
And there by my leash hides
Fear and Shame
As I look on these things I tried
so hard to leave -
I still have to unpack my
baggage called Pain.
I loved them, the others,
the ones who left me.
But I wasn't good enough -
for they didn't want me.
Will you add to my baggage?
Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things -
and take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage,
to never repack?
I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see.
But I do come with baggage -
Will
you still want me?
