This Is..

This is for the weak,
this is for the poor.
This is for the hurting.
This is for the people,
who have been left wanting
and needing.


For those whose thirsts have not been quenched.
For the betrayed,
for the enslaved,
by smaller things than life.


Whatever fight you face,
whatever pain you can't seem to escape,
don't let it win.
Lift your head up,
and let your life begin.


Life is a race.
It seems too long to live
and yet it goes by too fast.
Every step,
every gasp for air,
will get you there.
To the place
that has been promised to you.


This is the time to cry.
This is the time to laugh.
This is the time to be new,
the time to forgive,
and be forgiven.