I can’t go back to the place where my dreams were trashed
Where my hope was drenched in the veiled covering of a mask
Where my face had washed in endless tears
Where I called on you Lord, to restore the years
Where I found my sorrows too hard to bear
Where I saw the wicked, prospering unaware
Where I thought my life had no meaning to fulfill
Where I waited with patience to see the justice of your will
Where I cried out your name for comfort through the rain
Where my heart was almost broken, while enduring worldly pain
But you embedded the holy word that erased all my doubt
Which met me at my need and recovered me from my drought
You showed me that the rain was really an asset and not a foe
Because if there had not been a rain, how would I ever grow
You restored my purpose, and gave me the tools to succeed
My sorrows have become blessings, where I do not have room enough to receive
The wicked ceased from prospering and they soon came to find
That the fruit they bore was sour because it came from a tainted vine
And now I can see clearly, the rewards you have for me
Because my faith dictates my vision, forsaking all, I trust and believe
Oh Lord, I can’t go back to the place where my life was about to fall
But I must return at some later time to deliver your children from “THE WALL”.

~ Rev. E. Shon Hagwood