Remember

A life of death now brought to life. Remember where you are at, remember where you were, remember where you will be.

In the cold bleak winter, death arrives to the scene;

I’m chasing about worldly things because he is coming for me.

Until I see a man from a distant land on a cross with nails pierced through,

Summer comes and I find on my knees, me worshipping You.  

I remember.

Reviews

[Ice QueenJen]

good writing, although I think the word worshipping has only one 'p' in it.