do you copy?
are you listening?
the bombs have been placed
in the building
the virus is ready to go
it will be released
when the bombs explode
with hundreds of people inside
and those who don't die
will be eaten alive

by zombies

can you see
in the horizon
flashing lights
the sound of sirens
they're driving towards the building
to put out the fires
and save the civilians
but what they don’t know
is that the dead didn’t die
and nobody’s alive

zombies

praises rise
hands lifted high
"holy, holy, holy is"
honoring Him with our lips
"our Lord God"
our hearts are far
away from Him
"almighty"

your hand holds the key that opens my heart
still you choose to break in and tear it apart
love letters i've written cast down on the ground
you've burned all the bridges and burned the house down

the look in your eyes
that smile on your face
the knife in the back i've learned to embrace

they say love is patient
i've heard love is kind
i've learned that love can love despite lies

Dear Journal,

There are times when we give gifts expecting some in return. If we give an expensive gift, we hope for an expensive gift... but that doesn’t always happen. When people give more than they receive, they usually end up feeling ripped off.

I’ve realized that there is only one gift that matters. God gave everything that He could give... and honestly, he doesn’t really require much from us. He doesn’t expect us to pay Him back, because it would be impossible. The only thing that the Lord wants from me is my heart. He doesn’t want me to wrap up my heart with paper and bows. He wants my broken heart.

As I celebrate the day of my Lord’s birth, I will remember His death.

Yours truly...

Jesus
all i want
is to know you more
to feel your touch
this broken heart
is crying out
for your love