The Cure

For anyone who has ever suffered.

Written by Joy Pauline Richardson

4/26/20

I try to focus the cross

That Bore my shame for me.

Instead I lean on the headsman's block

And beg for dreamless sleep.

I throw myself on the guillotine,

I barely bat an eye.

Forgo every ounce of truth I know,

Adopt the darkest lie.

I tie the noose around my neck,

I say that it is done.

I've given up on me although

The war was ages won.

The war was won so long ago

My flesh cannot recall.

I'm blinded by my misery,

Forget He felt it all.

He felt it all, He had a choice,

He chose to slay his son.

He came to Undermine the doubt

He came to Overcome.

He came to overcome the grave

And all the towers that we've made,

The wisdom we've contrived.

To RIP the veil and tip the scales

In favor of our lives.

In favor of my life He came

He did not spare Himself the pain

He did not spare one bone.

He was crushed in every place

To place me in His Home.

He was crushed in every place,

Endured for me alone.

Forsaken and betrayed He died

My foolish heart atoned.

I am coming home to Him

I'm well upon my way

But not until the book is filled

And it's not done today.

It's not done today

And not until He speaks the word.

I suffer but no matter what

I Know That I Am Cured.