Living but dead
Life without existence
Oxygen yet gasping to breathe
A heart with no beat
In a crowd but all alone
Yelling with no sound
A funeral with no body
Disowned and not remembered
Yet there is ONE
ONE that gives life
ONE that brings meaning
ONE that fills my lungs
ONE that died so I could live
ONE that goes with me everywhere
ONE that makes me sing
ONE that celebrates my life
ONE that wrote my name on His palm.
Thank you, DADDY.
May 10, 2015 at 11:36 am
such powerful post and true!!
May 10, 2015 at 11:53 am
Thank you, my heart is heavy and my focus needs to be on the ONE.