The Truth

I turn my head up towards the sky,
Wondering if some ones listening, but not really knowing why.
I fall to my knees, cupping my hands into prayer,
Hoping some ones listening, not knowing they’re there.

I shut my eyes, and silently wait,
Knowing this is a time, a rememberance date.
A cold solom wind, peacefully passes by,
Knowing I have sinned, but afraid to die.

Afraid to die, as an unforgiven child,
Wanting savior, away from my wild.
Slowly a hand, touches upon my cheek,
My mind clear, nad my heart pure, but yet my body slowly turns weak.

An angelic tone calls down to me,
“Join us..for the future you will see.”
I smile and cry, as tears stream down my face,
All now forgiven, for I have found my righteous place.