An empty void

You can't fill

Trying to swallow

Your happiness whole

Leaving only

Pain, loss, agony,

Hate.

You try to

Fill it

With useless

Nothings;

Pleasure, people, money,

Sins.

But nothing fills

The gap

In your heart,

In your soul.

You refuse

To admit

That you need help,

That you need

Him.

Jesus Christ.

He offers you

His hand,

But you

Don't take it.

You turn

Away.

You think that

You don't need him.

Your sure you

Can do it

Yourself.

You are

Wrong.

He sees you,

He watches you

Struggle.

But he can't help,

You won't let Him.

You are sure,

He doesn't care

For you.

If he did,

Why?

Why would your

Life be this way?

But He can feel,

Your pain

As his

Own.

He gave his

Life,

For yours.

But you

Won't

Accept his gift,

His sacrifice.

You fall to your

Knees,

You know you can't

Pull yourself back

Up.

You are alone.

No,

You are not.

You can feel Him.

You cry

Tears of

Bittersweet relief

F

A

L

L

You open

Your closed

Eyes.

You reach

Forward

And

Accept

His outstretched hand.

He pulls you

U

P

You get washed

In His

Blood.

A Smile

Through the tears,

The void is

Filled.