Dear Savior,
You'll never know what I think, it's foolish to consider that you could. After all, I'm only human. Your only human.
When I think about every time I hear your voice, when I consider the thoughts and things you've expressed to me, I think for a second about the wonderful world you share with me.
So different from mine.
My Savior, you covered my shoulders with your jacket just as you broke my heart, crushed it in your palm.
You said powerful words like best and think, you gave your concern and poured it all over me.
You are still my savior, and still I hold on tight.
Yet sometimes, occasionally, I wonder something...
Whose actually doing the saving?
