Pain Disguised in a Crooked Face

If a smile's worth a thousand words,
Are there a million phrases left unsaid?
Pain disguised in a crooked face
Wrenching the corners of its mouths in place

For what?
A frown turned upside down is still a frown
By any other name
The anguish remains the same


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My heart is the box
The smile is the lock
That blocks you from seeing
That I'm really seething

Or teetering, on the edge of complete insanity
But I'm a rock right?
And I can do all things
But if I'm a rock I'm sinking

In an ocean of despair,
But keep them unaware.
That's the Christian spirit
We don't want to hear it

Just smile,
Jesus loves you
He's always thinking of you
The sky is always blue

Unless you're in a storm
And you're feeling tossed
And torn
And worn out like you're war torn

But Jesus walked on water
So you don't have to bother
Quit worrying about tomorrow partner
You can bet your bottom dollar

That tomorrow there will be sun.
Really? That's all you've got?
When my soul is soiled with death
You want me to make a bet?

OK, I'll make a wager
I bet the pain shooting through me
Like blades in my veins
Will yet remain

While you blame this on my sin of sadness?
You've got some nerve
I'm sick, I'm hungry, I'm cold, I'm alone
Widowed, orphaned, battered, owned.

What then, shall we say to these things?
If God is for us,
Why is death before us?
Everyone is against us

Can I just be honest, for a moment?
Before you shush me saying
I should count my many blessings
And do some five-fingered-praying

There is a lion crouching,
Waiting by my door
The arrow stayed its course
I'm a walking corpse

My food is tears, my drink is gall
My heart is failing
Wormwood in my guts
I'm done.

But,
The God who is rich in mercy
Before him eating dust
In his steadfast love I trust

I must
He is big enough
So I'll bang my fists against His chest
He will not rest

Relentless till He comes
To fix this mess

Gary BuffaloeComment