Laid to rest with my sin pressed deep under my skin,
slowly bleeding outward & cutting through my soul.
I’ve promised you I wouldn’t let go,
but this weight has made me so weary.
Your words bring tears to my eyes,
each drop filled with words like “could have” & “what if”
I can’t stand here anymore
Laying helpless with my bones shaking….
Laying helpless in mud trying wash myself with my own hands…
but the harder I try the deeper the scars spread
My voice is out of tune or maybe just misplaced,
the words don’t match my heart beat…
My love is a dying rose slowly fading under the snow,
I would dig but I’m worried about getting dirt upon my new shirt….
So I’ll just sit here while the fakeness of myself eats of me alive & my flesh rots away piece by little piece to show….
To show everything that on one was ever supposed to see
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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