Jason Wakefield - This is my farewell - Feelings - http://maxpages.com/dsongs/Jason

It just hit me.......You're gone without my........mind knowing yours......It all sinks in....now......You're now leaving.......I don't know what to do.......When you always gave me....That definate assuring comfort.......I had it once.......I had it when I needed it........But those life changing.........Laughs and memories........I have none........While others reminise of old times........I listen and fake all this laughter........I feel as if the pit is there.......I am falling in it.........But now it is completely.......Dark and it seems to be lengthening......This loneliness is new and revolting........Self-dependance enters my mind............But there is a time for laughter.......Grieving, mourning, and bliss........It is now the time for mourning.........This mourning must be done...........But I wish it would end..........I never write as well as now.........But I wish I wasn't writing...........I'm dying to old...........To say I am young..............But the poor must grieve.........When the grievings poor...........This unknown temptation...........slices through me............Like Saturns rings............They burst into a color of evil.........But it always circles around you..............It stands out before the rest...........This stands out to me................Everyone understands because.............His influence had more on them...............But when I needed his hand...............It was open with a soft heart.............Circulating the truth in his eyes...........He was there when I needed him..........It was the only time I needed him............But he was there...........Ready to go after more than a man..........could or especially couldn't handle...........In my time of need..........It was he.............His attitude about life...........His young spirit and enthusiasm..........His gentle touch on a roaring lion............His understanding and compliments..............His childish ways did fit him.......God had his hand on this man..............Always open for me.............Roaring and encouraging me to go................It's sad to think you are to go...........But blessed are those who stumble..............Upon your awaited presence..................I was a rose in concrete................a hypochrit in denial.............A word spoken in the eye................A look of a complex figure.................You showed myself to I..............You were what I needed............When I needed it most...............The only time I needed it...................Will I ever need it again?..............Why won't you respond to me..............It just hit me..............You're gone...............I can't bring you back.................Or think about your return..................Because you are you...................And you are now gone.................You've predicted my future..................And described my own width to believe...........I can proceed without your clue................The only clue I need from you is you.................I want you back though I don't really need you..................I just want the secuity to know you're there..................But my wants aren't needs today and right now...............My wants are just rubbish................Parishing away in a buried jewel..................Never to be known or worn by any other................It'll never be worn by me....................And that possession should keep others away.................Small is that possession................Because small are my memories of he..................My comfort and encourager................Now on to the second chapter...................My gone comfort and my wanting encourager................You're by-pass fixed me of my ways.................And chastized my forgotten mind of logic..................That succeeds further my attitude.................And pushes me to push myself..................When you're gone...........which is now..you're gone......My wings were so small..............And you didn't work them bigger.............You helped me to fly.................To fly on my own..........To establish a foundation...............and to build on my own building..................But first you sent me a message to.................establish my own establishment...............You helped me and told me to move on........................Now you're gone and I can move on.....................But your patience gathered me on.....................And set me free beyond unbelief......................I knew it was possible....................But you pushed me to it.....................And it just hit me....................You're gone.....................If one thing went wrong......................I would be gone....................And it just hit me...................You won't be there.................If I'm ever gone...................And I can't be with you............Because you are now gone........................Ever since you left...................It has been pouring down rain.....................The weather is the same as always..................This is the same as always....................The reason for the rain?.....................That is God's ineffauble...................His ineffaubly control is on you too..............Unknown right now, but for positive actions.....................A year couldn't or could be a long time...............But with you it was flying..................You told me of damnation.....................Of all my heart entired...................You used your best ablilty.................From you I've been inspired...................I think about you from time and time.............But as abrupt as this is...............You are now, and will be..............Hitting me again............
You are now gone

This was dedicated to my Youth Pastor, Jason Wakefield who left Oak Bend Church May 20, 2001. He helped me as you can see. I will be with you wherever you go Jason.

May it be "Cool Runnings"
(Peace be the journey)

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