I contemplated the beauty of seeing my own blood

In that moment, I was broken, too broken

Like all the pieces of a shattered glass

I can’t be put back together

When does God help?

The last few months I’ve been fighting

Struggling to stand

Only to end up on my knees again

And I can’t breathe sometimes

I struggle to lift my head

Wondering why this world keeps

Pushing me down again

Sickness that eats away the body

The tearing of the fabric of our homes

Begging me to ask

What’s the purpose of this life?

Then a sudden revelation

Clear as a pin in silence

Life would have no point, no meaning

If not to live for Christ