Betrayed by a friend cuts deeper than bone,
deeper still than flesh, laying the soul bare.
Such a wound makes you painfully aware
yet dulls senses, you feel only alone.
The darkness of night drones on, on, on, on.
Into nothing, never-blinking eyes stare.
Again, again replays arise in air
And like grasping for smoke, once here now gone.
Time plus forgiveness can such deep hurt mend.
Oftentimes need more time to end all strife.
But, God alone can heal soul wounds you know,
Spring forth new life, bringing pain to an end.
He is fond of making crooked things straight.
Emerging forth from the trial you’ll grow.
mark t. collins 