They Jest

They Jest



They jest at each story

Of pain most severe,

And puzzlement

No man can end.

Of how only

Jesus could

Break through the walls

Of struggle,

A strong and true friend.

“It’s just meant for losers,”

They chide every time.

“Who hear what they

Wanted to hear.”

And yes, I will answer,

“A loser, that’s me;

Of heartache,

Confusion and fear.”

Amen! Count me a loser too! One day, I hope to lose all of me.