He Found The Road

It’s the middle of the night,I’m slowly dying,Clutching the cross around my neck,So tightly my hand’s burning. My tear stained shirt,Covered in my blood,Glass shards in my hair,And all that mud. Not wanting to let go…. My Savior,My God,Why am I having to battle this? My Savior,My God,Just show me the purpose. He went outContinue reading “He Found The Road”