Some Purpose
A distance unmeasurable unreachable
Acidic juices rise in the throat
Burning the emotion of nothing
Undeserving and uninvolved thank you
Jesus for dying all along.
Opening the souls of emptiness
Filling completely with loveliness
Lifting inside of self
Dying to my soul, wanting to die
For lack of self-motivation.
A goal seen somewhat clear
Swallowing hard pushes it down
Burning now in the heart
Undeserved and barely involved
Trying to live for Jesus Christ.
True religion is this
To care for the widows and orphans.
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