Where to run, where to hide

There is no place to run, there is no place to hide. There is hurt and there is sorrow, there is pain and there is loss.

Where are you when your best friend is gone? Where are you when the one you trust turns away?

Good bye has been said, with nothing but a hang up. The end of what was, is now what is.

I whisper to God, He hears my pleas. I cry to God, and He wipes my tears. God is great, God is good, but life as I live it, is not as it should.

When I needed strength, He rested his had on my shoulder. I fell to my knees and thanked Him for cleansing me of the hurt, and from the chasm of darkness, He led me away. I stood upright and I walked away from the edge and back into the life He has granted me.

How easy it is to slip back to the edge when you know where it is. Once the path has been walked, the trail will remain. He has shown me the way out, but to look over my shoulder I see what I see. How curious it would be to know what is on the other side. Who would not like to know what the other side holds.

He tells me, I will walk with Him in the next life. He tells me of the peace and tranquility that is there. Who would not love to take Him up on his offer? Who would not like to leave the stress this world holds to walk in peace?

Those who love me, those who depend on me and those who are my friends keep me from turning back. Those who trust me, those who care for me and those who call me friend are my lifeline.

But I want to run. I want to hide. I want the tomorrow to be over, the next tomorrow over, and all the next tomorrows to pass into my past. I want to skip over the pain, to erase the hurt that should never have been, to find someone to hold my hand and tell me it will be ok.

I want to hide, I want to run.