What we sometimes don't see

This feeling is not depression,
nor even failure.
Just a breeze of enlightenment,
and we all see it in color.
But now I sit here in your veiw,
and you wonder who I am.

Everything to you was so black and white.
It just so happened to be neither wrong or right.
But now I see in purple, red and green,
and my dependence on, God I now lean.

This feeling isn't brokeness,
nor utter dispair.
I've come to know better things,
and I've truly begun to care.
Eternities stand in the balence,
of whom I'm about to become.
And your concern is loosing someone,
where fruit has begun.

My words to you, cut like a sword.
Condemnation, was never my accord.
But Satan filled and twisted,
and you didn't see my heart.
The distance, just as I feared,
has torn our friendship apart.

We still sit with the land far between us,
and I wonder how much farther He will push.
Because this time it's been harder,
then even the first time I was in this mess.
And this time you are further,
and this time you don't see the pain.
The blood, sweat and tears,
has become my garments stain.
Though I wear it proudly,
you do not know who I am.
But one day these rushing waters will cease,
and together we'll walk across the dam.