When I was young,
They told me to read the bible.
They told me to pray everyday.
So that I would,
Grow, grow, and grow.
Maybe they thought I was too young.
To young to comprehend why.
Why we did what we did.
They were right.
I didn't know any better.
But I wished.
That they had told us why.
So that I would've treasured, savoured.
The knowledge of Him.
The One who loved me.
Because the bible told me so.
I wanted to know Him beyond the pages.
But how was that possible.
When I didn't even know,
Anything about Him in the pages.
And because of this,
I fell down,
Griped by the chains of the world;
Griped by the chains of sadness.
All of which ripped open a void in my heart.
Hollow, and empty.
I forgot what the bible had said.
That He loved me.
Because the bible told me so.
Something which I no longer felt.
Something I no longer comprehended.
