The Wounded Man

scared to show his emotion
he's hiding behind his task,
covering weakness's glance
drinking whiskey from a flask.

pretending to courage dance
though he doesn't know the steps,
afraid that he looks foolish
lost; he does a few more reps.

dreaming of satisfaction
grazing on empty meaning,
while wearing a grown man's clothes
a little boy is drowning.

tears cried only deep in heart
where they saturate his hope,
healing rotting in his resolve
drugs; the way he tries to cope.

suffering silently alone
wondering what others think,
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as his faith begins to shrink.

the greatest man ever, Jesus wept
His strength discovered as He loved,
mates encouraged through His sharing
inspiring us; He shed his blood.

bleeding hope into our wounds
teaching us how to be a man,
confiding truth into our dreams
time to embrace what He began!

sharing the struggle with our friends
real honesty should be desired,
leaving our failures in His grace
our surrender; all that's required.

Philippians 1:6 ESV And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.