He longed to regain sanity,
But knew not what to do.
Meanwhile, confusion ruled his brain
As he sat on the pew.
Confused, bewildered, and condemned
Describes how he did feel:
Tossed too, and buffeted for sure,
Like a fish hooked on a reel
He longed to regain sanity,
But didn’t have a clue
As to how to stop the torment
While he sat there on the pew.
The man, in fact, felt pulled
By strict demands upon his time,
Similarly to a puppet stringed
With no reason or rhyme.
Each string pulls on an unhealed hurt
Lodged deep inside his past.
To shake the shame off, he lets loose
A violent verbal blast.
“I wasn’t wrong!” he argues.
“I was right to act that way!”
“Stop telling me what I must do.
You can’t make me obey!”
Regrettably, despite his rant,
Fear still tugs at his mind
And consequently keeps him bound
As he seeks to unwind.
Then sings a higher voice,
“Oh, you who know not what you do,
Behold my blood-stained brow.
By thorns punctured just for you.
“I let myself be blindfolded and
Treated shamefully.
Furthermore, they plucked my beard.
Men hit and spat at me.”
“Confusion mocked my pain
As men who changed truth for a lie
Heaped insults on my head
And ordered me to prophecy.
“And as I hung upon that cross,
Engulfed in misery,
I felt abandoned and alone.
God had forsaken me.
“But though it didn’t make much sense,
That’s how it had to be.
Your heartache I took on myself,
That you might be set free.
“It isn’t yours to carry,
For I’ve risen from the dead.
Recall that you’re my body
And that I, Christ, am your head.
“So, cast your sorrows onto me,
Along with every strife,
And finally you’ll have the joy
That brings eternal life.”
Above all, if you would be sane,
Then place your faith in me,
The one who gave His life for you
So sacrificially.
Then ask me to provide your needs
And I’ll supply them all,
Because I can do anything
Whether great or small.
In conclusion, yield your life to me
And gain a mind that’s sound.
By so doing, in good mental health
You surely shall abound.