Here I come,
I stand,
Weak and weary.
Carrying behind my burden and sorrows.
I stand powerless.
Not a ray of sunshine,
Or a speck of hope visible.
When the whole world shun me,
There you stand, a light of my salvation.
You are the gleaming light of mine.
A pinnacle of grace.
My darkness escapes in your presence.
You are the epitome of love.
A love which conquers the world.
I run to u, longing.
Yearning for the warmth of your embrace.
Your tender smile and laughter,
Calm my nerves.
When I rest my head on your shoulders,
My heavy cross vanishes.
For once hell transforms to heaven.
For your warm shoulders cannot be compared.
Compared to the greatest suffering in the world.
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 6:05 AM UTC