Men and rust

yes
there are footprints in the sand
secret words written in dust
and objects stolen by men and rust
there are paths to walk
and light a few steps ahead
sometimes

everyone who is walking
runs the risk of tripping
falling
and falling
always
hurts
and those who are running the race
(with Jesus beside)
will fall harder
we all
trip
sometimes

for some every step in the sand
runs the risk of pain from man
and the secret words scream the truth
and truth hurts
sometimes

feelings stolen by men and rust
from tears which fall and corrode our trust
paths turn corners, bends are blind
and the crossroads come at the difficult times
but always a few steps ahead buried in the words you said
is the truth the light will come
the pain will
lift
the memories of falling will
drift
with
yesterday

the sun will sleep and you will come
and with me
weep

with me
stand
take my hand
when weeping is
done
we will walk
both
one.

6/12/98