No Title

I'll find a title when I get to heaven...

no words for these moments of empty fullness
no feverish emotions
no tickled giddy
no ugly pretty tear drop
to shed 

stuck in a cycle of awe
for the life He led
the red rain He bled
the death bed He rolled away for me
no worthy words
no empty deeds
no wanna-be seen sacrifice fluff
just praises from my lips
and scraped knee worship
that will never be enough
...
but it's a start.