Margins

The four eyed fourth grader

The bookworm in the corner

The fat girl with green hair

The skinny boy with skin fare

Picked last for kickball

First for chess club

These are the nerds, the geeks, the introverts

They wear hand-me downs

Eat mac & cheese

Mind their manners and always say please

They ride the pine, never to play

Hoping that tomorrow is a different day

But their break doesn’t come

The sun sets again

Another day gone

And no one saw them

…Redemption is yours

Invisible to the world around

Hearts broken within

But they hear the sound

Of the ones crying out from the valley below

This isn’t the end and one day you will know

The beauty that’s found in the depths of the soul

Oh the light will shine and the glory revealed

The heartache is gone

And the tears are restored

It was hell while it lasted

A shithole so it seemed

But the story is now and no longer unseen

…Redemption is yours

The ones in the margins

Rejected by all

Are the one’s on the inside

Who learned to stand tall

Hearts full of fire

Love for what’s lost

The ones who could never afford the cost

To sit with the rich kids, or the pack of the cool

For the broken and busted they learn all to well

That the margins are where you can always tell

The make of person is not what is seen

But ultimately is what’s hidden beneath

…Redemption is yours

The lovers of mercy

The one’s fighting for grace

Speaking for the empty

Only to be spat in the face

Their watery eyes are a deep abyss

The cries of their hearts reaching to the depths

They don’t see color or race, left or right

They stand in the margins and they shine their light

On the injustice of a world that is ruled by the might

Of the takers and makers

The strong and elite

The privileged and high class

But never the meek

Humble and silent and strong in heart

They stand on the side and they play their part

They wait for the day when the bell will toll

Spirits are lifted at the call of the roll

When creation looks to the margins

And all take a bow

The time has come

Your time is now

…Redemption is yours.

© Brian Jeansonne 2015