14/30

14/30

Lord these gifts and these words mean nothing if they are not wholly surrender to your will 

I am nothing but a walking mouthpiece of emptiness

If there is not a reminder of truth in my tone

I would rather be silenced

Then have you not know that these gifts are mine

And these words aren't mine

I am only a megaphone 

From an echoing Father 

30/30, PoetryArielle Estoria