// This Savior by Kirsten Conner//

He waits quietly, patiently and still
Retired in the corners and darkness of my room
His righteous aura casts shadows too blessed for me to behold
His bleeding wounds and ignorance
I cannot escape his stare
I know I have sinned against his Holy name

He speaks to me during these nights
I lay awake trying desperately to resist; I try desperately to die
This Savior never leaves
He will not abandon his troubled sheep
I cannot escape his stare
I know he will take me as a child of God

He slithers within me when I’m tempted to choose the wrong path
And pleads on tortured, fallen knees under my burdens to propel me towards the right
But seemingly floats in my freewill defilement
How am I to rest in the presence of the world’s pain?
I cannot escape his stare
I know I will never believe in This Savior