Savior

I lay my troubled head to rest,
allow my heavy lids to shut
and take one big deep breath.

I slowly drift away
into a land not to far from here,
where I can hear that faint whisper.

My hands are held up in the air.
I know he sees my puffy eyes
and has counted my many tears.

I can feel his gentle touch
as he wipes my cheeks clean,
the way he has countless times before.

I held his hand as he led me away,
mesmerized by the holes in his hand
and the way he didn't seem to care.

With strong arms he lifted me,
carrying my sleepy body to the top
Where he painted me a picture in the sky.

He told me the story
of how it all came to be,
my messiah dying for me.

I stay there a while,
resting my head heavily on his lap.
Pondering the gift I was graciously given.

I am not sure as to why he chose me,
but as I am suddenly awaken
I choose to shout praise!

The faint whisper now's apart of me
all because,
my Savior died for me!