Bean

And something

Was said

And down

To my

Knees I

Went crying

A hand

Came down

And lifted

My chin

Wiped away

Tears with

Soft fingers

Knelt with

Me and

Whispered come

Home come

Now this

World isn’t

Yours anymore

And so

I went

To heaven

Comfort (to Chandler)

And sometimes

We hear

A plea

And stop

What we’re

Doing and

Listen seek

Discover distress

We choose

Then whether

Or not

To provide

Comfort and

If so

We are

Indeed created

In His

Only image

Hell

Once on

A journey

I ventured

Into Hell

A black

Place filled

With tormented

Souls writhing

In anguish

Screaming for

Salvation and

Not one

Single cry

Was heard

Be thankful

To hear

The voices

Of sorrow

For neither

You nor

They are

There

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And there

He pleaded

And his

Tormentors with

Their power

Continued to

Flog and flail

Him and

At their

Hand he

Died have

We not

Yet discovered

The fragility

Of life

And why

Oh why

Must the

Lowly be

Trodden upon

Christ died

For us

Isn’t that

Yet enough

You

And I

Spied upon

My palm

A remnant

Of you

A bit

I’d forgotten

And when

Thought about

Brought such

Energy that

I forgot

About me

And remembered

You