What more could He have done?
Than to give up His only Son.
To display the depths of His Love
to mother, daughter, father, son.
His Love.
For everyone.
His Love for those who do not seek Him.
His Love for those who wickedly,
deliberately turn against Him.
Time and time again.
For all of us, like sheep, do go astray.
From our Good Shepherd.
And we go our own way.
Yet...
still He loves us.
Still, He pursues us.
Still, He refuses to be without us.
So He displayed His Love,
His Passion,
in the Highest form.
With the Greatest Sacrifice.
The world has ever known.
With the Sacrifice that grieved
His own heart.
To buy us back,
from Satan
and the Kingdom of the Dark.

What more could He have done?
Than to give up His only Son.
What more could He have done
to show how great is His Love for us,
each and every one?

What more could He have done?
Than to give up His only Son?
What more could He have done?
What more could He have done.
To LOVE us.

we are breathing the same air
we are looking at the same skies
we are living in the same world*

but why are our hearts are not beating in the same rhythm?

©IGMS

And this is what I do
What a child am I
The moment a social gathering is mentioned
Or I meet another with similar
Creative interests
I become crippled and inferior
Shaking in my boots
My voice shrinks
My mind is domed by a hovering cloud
Dark and Endless
My eyes become dry
No ,they don't soak
With salty tears
They stare
Off into the sad abyss
That is my reflection
My eyes are paralyzed
By silent thoughts
That have no voice
But the most physical effect
A caved in chest
Heavy breathing
Every bit of my strength
Refusing to scratch out my eyes
And pull out my hair
Because that
Would just add on to the migraine
I have been dragging on and on
Much like the cigarettes
People are so confused on why I smoke
Don't you see?
I am terribly self destructive
My world opens up
And I shut down