God.
Ironically all-knowing.
Patient. Kind. Mind-blowing.
Fearless yet One we should fear.
A listener, but He is hard to hear.
He whispers his love in the windy breeze,
The green in the leaves of the trees,
The ocean's tide that has taken lives,
The heartbeats of newborns,
And last breaths of the dying.
The blood of His only Son ran rampant.
The hearts of His martyrs remain broken.
But their faith, never laxed.
For His words have yet to fail.
But some wait for the proof of "I'll be back."
He said, "In a blink of an eye..."
Chills just ran up my spine.
The Book didn't end with a goodbye.
So you decide...
What's really life?
LIFE. DEATH.
BLOOD. BREATH.
God.
You decide...
-R.
