O B S E S S I O N
My sleep disturbed in deepest night;
lashes flutter, heart takes flight.
He’s there again, he stares at me;
I do not move, what does he see?
The time goes ever slower by;
my sleep is feigned, inside I cry.
Yet still he stands beside the bed,
while thoughts unknown race through his head.
Ages pass before he leaves;
I pray, and to my Jesus cleave.
His footsteps finally walk away;
on thankful sigh, again I pray.
~ Survivor Squared
Survivor Squared
My husband sees in black and white... My life is shades of gray. 