Saturday, April 7, 2012

HELD

It's late at night
and I wish I had someone to text,
Specifically,
I wish I still had you.
I wish I had you
to hold
with my thoughts
and love with my words.
But you're my past
and I refuse to waste time
missing you.
Instead,
I will text Jesus
and wish He could physically 
TOUCH me,
because it's late at night,
and I desperately need to be held.

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