We Who Grieve... (Lights The Way)

E Eric Cockrell Eric Cockrell
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we who grieve are the children of journey, we bear the scars of human failure. our hearts are bruised, our backs are bent, our feet determined and weary. we who search the darkness to know the light, who are the beat and hunger of human existence. who cannot separate the suffering of those in need, who know that walls are bridges not crossed. we who stink of loss and sweat pure sin, who enter the temples of the dispossessed. who would love the unwanted whatever the cost, whose god lives in the mirror of human eyes. we who find wealth in lives discarded, who know that truth has a thousand faces. who follow the wind without destination, who know the joy that wipes the last tears. for we are yesterday, today, and tomorrow! we are the dawn that comes in spite. we are the fire in the barren cave, we are the faith that brings the child.... the star of flesh that lights the way!

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