the one thing that scares me isn't death,
this is not to say I am prepared,
but I dare to see every new day end.
[it is waking up each day knowing
that the one who is love, loves no more,
and that gale of hushed words beclouds my soul.]
[the feeling of lust and mistrust
the devil claws,
and the misfortune my ears hear
and eyes see in young souls alone.]
[the one thing that scares me
is being unable to impact
a world so vast and yet miss
the one above us,
it is watching the sun rise and set
without Christ,
yet loved and respected
by a multitude says I am Christ-like.]
[the one thing that scares me is me,
for I am a man of sin,
and my life a testament of his mercies,
yet me, stained recline again in thee.]
- Author: Erra II ( Online)
- Published: December 22nd, 2024 11:02
- Category: Unclassified
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