The Unwanted
The baby’s contorted body was quickly cured;
The once anguished face relaxed and the eyes opened; gone was fear.
But a question needed to be answered,
The eyes held a question saying “Why am I here?”
Gentle arms lifted the baby and a loving voice said “You weren’t wanted.”
The eyes of the man opened, once scared but now calm;
Weakness was gone and the once cloudy and confused brain was clear.
His voice, rich and deep, sang a beautiful psalm;
The song faltered the sharpened brain came up with a question --
and he said “Why am I here?”
Gentle arms helped the once helpless man --
and a loving voice replied sadly, “You weren’t wanted.”
The face of an elderly woman quickly changed as pain and worry faded away;
She looked down watching in wonder the change in water as clear as a mirror.
A rosy hue returned to the old cheeks --
and there was beautiful brown hair instead of grey.
Sitting, awed by the beauty around, yet sensing there was --
something not right she turned to a man and asked “Why am I here?”
Gentle arms helped her up and a loving, --
yet now angry voice, answered “You weren’t wanted.”
I walk down a hallway; I feel the pangs of fear.
Others I knew had walked this hall but they had been weak and ill;
I was strong and healthy, but my faith had put me with them. Why was I here?
Why did I not fight when others had lost, --
and I knew it wasn’t mercy but a lust to kill.
A man looms before me with needle and --
a small prick of pain, and I realize “I’m not wanted”
A man, in white, with eyes like fire approached --
and spoke; like thunder was his voice.
“Justice shall be served to those who have taken the lives of others; --
those who have made you the unwanted.”
Around the man were thousands who had come to judge the ones --
who had made for them that fatal and final choice,
For now those who were killed live and sing praise to the King; --
for through him they shall always be wanted!
