The Long Days of A Painted Face-

God has a right to be God!

djbeaulieu 11/01/2006

Ten thousand days after ten thousand days, the slow asthmatic meanderings of my thoughts linger cruciformly.  Oh how I wish – yes how I wish.  O My God Have Mercy, have mercy on my soul and my life.  Please, have mercy, compassion, forgiveness and understanding!

“Why my son, why?”

Ten thousand days after ten thousand days, the slow agonizing meanderings of my thoughts linger cruciformly.  Oh how I wish – yes how I wish.  O My God Have Mercy, have mercy on my soul and my life.  Please, have mercy, compassion, forgiveness and understanding!!

“Why my son, Why?”

Ten thousand days after ten thousand days, the slow demeaning dance of death lingers cruciformly painful.  Oh how I wish – yes how I wish.  O My God Have Mercy, have mercy on my soul and my life.  Please, have mercy, compassion, forgiveness and understanding!!!

“Why my son Why?”

Ten thousand days after ten thousand days, the anguished torture of my thoughts lingers cruciformly.  Oh how I wish – yes how I wish.  O My God Have Mercy, have mercy on my soul and my life.  Please, have mercy, compassion, forgiveness and understanding!!!!

“Why My Son, Why?” ! ! !

“You have forsaken me for ten thousand after ten thousand days.  Why do you call on me, now, without mercy, without forgiveness, without compassion, without understanding?  I’m more that a whisper, more than words on a page. Have you forgotten the anguished torture of my trial? Have you forgotten how I asthmatically and agonizingly meandered ten thousand feet after ten thousand feet to Golgotha?  Have you forgotten about my demeaning dance of death as I hung crucified for you!   

Who has forsaken whom?

“I’m The Light !”

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