poems.

So still, and so silent, as the grave,Hope feels lost, our Lord has been slain.Will this grief abate?A voice says, “Wait-““My promise to rise still remains.”

Friday was full of blood and pain,as sorrow and sin took the rule and the reign.Darkness is here,but there’s nothing to fear-the one who died did not die in vain.

this rain has been unyieldingthese storms have been heavyday after day they uproot and shiftand alter and abolisheverything that felt safeMy heart is growing coldand I am tired of these cloudsbut my love won’t let me drown in the sea these storms have causedHe won’t let me trip on the piles of wreckagethey continue to …

I remember something told me to hold onto you,just a little longer,what I wish something told me,was to never let you go.

I used of dream of going to the city,to see the world-Now i just dream of going to the woods,to escape from it.