The Cry Of The Wounded Man

The Cry Of The Wounded Man

I am a wounded man

With cuts and bruises

Scars and sores

Living in less
 But longing for more

Hoping against hope

Dreaming bad dreams

Drowning in sorrow

Deafened by screams.

I am a wounded man

Walking crippled

Lame and limp

Living in poverty

Scrimping to scrimp

Hurt and broken

Torn and worn

Bearing the burdens

That can't be unborne.

I am a wounded man

I don't know

What to do

I don't believe

That I will receive

I don't know what is true.

My faith has failed

My enemies railed

My soul has been

Torn asunder

Tomorrow I

Won't even try

Tomorrow

I'll go under.

I am a wounded man

I am no good to me

I am so lost, can't find the Cross

I am too blind to see

I do not know the way to go

I cannot find my way

If God would send to me a friend

I wouldn't know what to say.

My mind, it lies unto my heart

It tells me I am scum

I lie here in the cold and die

While begging for the warm

I am a wounded man

I travel a weary path

I fall and fail and live in hell

And all God does is laugh.

And yet...and yet..I travel on

I cannot seem to end

I look behind me and I can't see

Where I've even been

My life is some comedian's joke

No punchline, no refrain

In my life there's only strife

And all it does is rain.

Where are You, God???

Do You hear me???

Do You know I'm here??

Do You see me??

Where are You, God??

Do You not hear???

I can't feel You

You are not near.

Where are You, God?

Do You understand?

I am a broken

Wounded man

I can't go on unless You come

To change my life

Or bring me home.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

I'm begging You!

Let me see something that's true

Let me hold it in my hand

Heal this wounded 

Wounded man.

©by Voo

 March 22, 2004