What If?

through the night i lay awake.waiting for first light to break.

 

and as i lay there in my bed.a million thoughts dance through my head.

 

what if says the voice inside.what if i had really died.

 

i would have missed the sun kissed days.the quiet and the dreary haze.the smell of rain.the sting of pain.the lord and all his wondrous ways.

 

the stillness and the silence here.my family as they all draw near.my friends who always make me laugh.the wisdom of another year.

 

i thank thee lord for you are good.because your son died on that wood.your hands still hold me safe and sound.because of you i’m on the ground.

 

sometimes when you seem so far.you show me who you truly are.now i know without a doubt.that i am yours, your most devout

This poem is about: 
Me

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