freedom

the freedom that our Father God can bring us from this pain. We don't have to use words, we just have to be willing to let him take it all from us. this was inspired while listening to Flyleaf. :)

I open the book
And the pages are blank
My hands tremble. My knees are weak.


I'm not faithless, just scared.


You whisper softly to me, 
"I'm here"
I know not fret, just let it be. 


My thoughts just flow
Permanent, through this pen. 
My heart races. My mind not quiet. 


I've never talked about it. 


He whispers softly to me, 
"I'm here"
And, I know not fret, just let it be.


Beyond this life
Something waits for us
You and I will see eternity.


No selfish acts, just pure love.


We whisper softly
"He's here"
We don't have to talk about it.