approaching the Good Friday

"I am a sinner.
Unworthy and vile.
My heart grows cold as sin spreads beneath the flesh that has vowed to keep it from showing.
I swear of the change that finds itself held at arms length.
Held back as if the cure were flawed.
Freedom feels the brush of my breath as it stands there, waiting - Waiting for me to embrace it, yet I would rather embrace death.
Darkness is the cover that keeps my contrite heart cloaked in security. Veiled in the sin around me.
I am miserable.
Hell is in my heart as my heart is in hell.
The blood in my veins - the beats are my own. Selfish.
The center of my world within me, eating away at the core of the life that was never meant to be my own .
The pain.
The anguish.
The hurt.
It's an intolerable acceptance.
An accepted torture.
A torture that doesn't have to survive.
There is light.
Before my face, Freedom cries.
Freedom is in pain.
Freedom is in anguish.
Freedom is hurt.
Like me.
Freedom took my place.
Freedom is Christ.
Freedom is only Christ.
My heart slows in pace as death squirms on the floor before me.
Christ took my place."


written by my ol' roommate,
Gary Nathan "Nate" Smith, Jr.
*go .. Nate*