How The Silence Kills My Soul Poem by Michael Romero
How The Silence Kills My Soul
A terrifically insane man made a vow with God,
“All my money and all my belongings,
go to you Jesus Lord.
But one small favor I ask of you:
Speak Lord! Speak! or else I’m through.
I’m tired of the silence;
it kills my soul.
And the feeling inside…
And the world outside…
I’m missing out on it all,
for what?
The silence! The silence!
It kills my soul!
Sunday, October 7, 2007
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