A Story Without End
Our story is a story You wrote long before I ever knew time Our promise is a promise spoken before the first dawn kissed the earth, before the heavens were clothed in light Then You laid aside Your earthly form From that moment on, I learned the language of silence Every step became an echo of emptiness; every night overflowed with longing, a longing that could find no shore I longed for Your face— the face that quieted every storm within me I longed for Your eyes— eyes that pierced every disguise, yet looked upon me with a love that never judged Beloved... Your departure was more than loss It became an empty chamber that only Your presence could ever fill How many times have I whispered Your name into the silence? How many times have my tears become prayers my lips could never utter? Until one day, in the stillness, You sent a messenger ...