Uneven Exchange

Sitting in the dark
I listen intently
To the voice I'd forgotten
Long ago.

He's unraveling
The tangled mess of me:
Working to displace my voice
With His own.

He picks me back up
And turns my face around
Showing me the avenue
To follow.

He needs me to go
And try again at life
Without leaving Him behind
Unheeded
Forgotten
In the dark
And outgrown.

Pain of Empathy

Songs......are

co.mpos...ed.

Words...writt

en....Artwork

is...displayed.

We...try to convey His torment as a tribute.

Have you ever...tried to convey..your own ?

It...falls short....Incomplete...Unable..to be

a c cu ra te l y

related.......to

another..soul.

Unique...pain

to carry..,pon

der,...entrust.

We..work...to

im mort alize

Him....for..we

know......pain.

Fear, loss, helplessness, frailty.

He amazes us with His choice to suffer.

We love Him because we understand suffering.

More written words that fall short of their purpose.