The Meaning of Rescue
Now that I’m home, bathed, settled and fed
All nicely tucked into my warm new bed
I’d like to open my baggage
Lest I forget
There is so much to carry-
So much to regret. Hmmmm…..
Yes, there it is, right on the top.
Let’s unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss
And there by my bed, hide Fear and Shame
As I look on these things I tried hard to leave
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain
I love them, the others, the ones who left me
But I was not good enough – For they did not want me.
Will you add to my baggage?
Or 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
And never repack?
I pray that you do – I’m so tired you see
But I do come with baggage –
Will you still want me?