Father, Son, and Holy Spirit · 6:09am Oct 16th, 2013
Where do I go? This void seems endless. Through the path I travel, a chain is linked to my heart. As days pass, more weight is added to the end of the chain, dragging me down. I tread on, crying for help. Calling for a hand to lift me up. As my vision blurs, a soft, caring grip wraps my hand. As I look up, I notice that these hands, though gentle and kind, are beaten and torn from torment. Holes can be seen in the center, with a sense of pain not deserved screaming from them. “You’re not alone,