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Rick Swartzentrover
© 05-04-1998
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Depression is a lot like being
in a cave
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It's dark; it's lonely and cold
like the grave
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It has no heat, no friendship,
no light
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It has no direction, no left,
no right |
The only sounds you hear are
the sound that you make
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the beat of your heart as it
starts to break
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your foot steps echoing and
the sound of your mind
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as you quietly go mad and emotional
blind |
Alone in the cave you begin a
self-pitying mope
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You strike out at God as you
begin to loose hope
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"This is all your fault!" "You're
the reason I'm lost!"
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"You call yourself a Savior,
just get back on your cross!" |
But then in the morning, in the
newness of day
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The cave's vanished and the
depressions fled away |
Jesus begins to speak and lovingly
answer the “whys”
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You were never alone, just didn't
open your eyes. |
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