Writings of a Sinner

For all sin and fall short of the glory of God

Month: June, 2014

Cello

Even the faintest of light is too bright.
Whisper me to slumber.
Pull me into your loving arms with the draw of a bow over the string.

Growing Pains

Words stick to my tongue like glue.
Clinging to my heart like dew.
I drive on to chisel through
This barrier between you and I.

This reality fades in and out.
I’m stuck between a whisper and a shout.
But there’s no sound coming out.
The world’s weight on every sigh.

Inexperience makes me feel unsure
In my own reactions. Are my motives pure?
Should I bite the bit and endure the spur.
How do I read these growing pains?