To midnightdreamer - Or whoever is reading
(I wrote this in a comment to someone, but it is for you too, dear reader.)
All the world was dark
Before the beginging
Alone and stark
He began singing
A world into being
Our world - you and me.
Seeing is believeing,
But not all see
Or they choose
Not to look.
They loose
The precious book
The words of life
Toss it aside
Amid the strife
Which is to abide
In this world - sin stained
Not how He
Ordained
Originally.
But He doesn't leave us in the dark.
No, He's a fighter.
He left us a spark
A lover,
Dead in love.
With a mission
Far above
Our decision
To abandon
Him.
A son.
A diadem.
He loves you,
midnightdreamer.
He wants you.
He's your redeemer.
~I know His name. You can too.