Who Can?
Tommy Leinonen
Sorrow, sorrow! at the thought of time lost. A desolate
heart too wounded to even grieve, surrounded by the reality of what is and what
was supposed to be.
Who
can save this heart?
Who
can restore it?
Too much has been taken to ever be brought back. What was
supposed to be cannot be. There was hope all along the way; a hope rejected by
those who needed to hear it the most.
Who
can redeem those who refused to listen?
Who
can take the broken and make something new?
All paths have been chosen except the one which promised
life. All roads have been travelled despite the numerous warning signs.
Who
can bring the lost back?
Who
can go to the end of each path simultaneously?
Desperation is what those who have chosen their own path
feel. Nothing else consumes their thoughts; nothing else remains but the need
for redemption despite their constant rejection and refusal.
Who
can do it?
Who
wants to do it?
The rejected One stands at the end of each path, arms
open wide, blood streaming from His hands. The rejected One still remains,
broken in order to make new again.
Who
can bear it?
Who
can withstand it?
The rejected One bleeds for the sorrow that was not meant
to be. The rejected One endures the humiliation of the billions that have
rejected His pain.
Who
can refuse to listen?
Who
cannot bow?
The rejected One cries for the loss which has been
chosen; the loss which could have been avoided. The rejected One pleads to be
remembered; pleads for their surrender; pleads for their attention.
Who
can look away?
Who
can forget?
The rejected One lays Himself down for the weakest to
pass over. He bridges the gap that no man could cross.
Who
can neglect it?
Who
can get around it?
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