Saturday, November 24, 2018

My lips whisper

I was hollow
Shallow and pale
My flesh has no color
My soul has burned for her
I was willing to suffer
Willing to do anything to be
The one she might need
In the end it doesn't matter
My life hung up for view
Every effort seen as askew
Let these lips whisper words
Breaking every curse
I pray that you hear
And be inspired by each one
And are drawn to be near