Blood

To the one who has died and rose again
Your streeming Red
Everything we gain
It was all shed
From you

Because the pain you endured
While on that tree
We were ensured
To be free
From us

That isn't the end
There is so much more
You have called us to send
We are to go and reach out for
everyone

Tell the whole gospel
The ministry of suffering
The pain of knowing some will repel
Pick up the Cross share the joy of losing
self
 

Love

I can't think of a real way to say what I want. There is so little that I can say. I guess more than anything I miss you. It still hurts to think about. I pray that it wasn't so. I can't help but feel the loss. To love someone you lose. To watch it all become nothing. Is it pain that i feel? Or is it mere sentimentality. I tell myself so often that there will be something far better. Most of the time it doesn't feel that way. I miss you. I miss the conversations we had. I want so much to understand the reason. I guess I just need to trust that God is a better judge than me. Forgive me and remember me. In the end I will have to let you go. In the end it will be better. In the end.