By the blood of the lamb
That was slain before the foundation
Of the world.
Out of nothing God made something,
Everything that was made He made,
And the word became flesh
And dwelt among us.
Oh let us come into the house of
my almost four year old asked me a question, completely unprovoked and random, only like a child knows how.
mommy, do you mean your mom died?
lunch no longer seemed so important, my feet forgot they had been planted on the lvp beneath me
In the dark it’s hard to be,
Steps are calculated and breaths are heavy,
To turn, keep straight or be still?
Sight is limited, is something there,
Is something here? Heart doing what my feet can’t,
racing. Thoughts come and go so
Silent screams echo in my mind. Help has been asked for with pleasing eyes. Assistance is beckoned through side glances and passive aggression. This is unsustainable.
How am I so loud yet withering in silence? Pain goes unseen by smiles learned to appease. Laughter