17/30

17/30

 

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 are not reminders and depth of truth in my tone

I would rather be silenced than you not know that these gifts aren't my own And these words aren't my own

I am only a megaphone,

of an echoing Father

30/30, PoetryArielle Estoria