Full

I stained my hands in the sunset.

Purple light bled all over my palms and

I tried to hold onto the colorful vapors

but they slipped through my fingers.

I was grasping the sunlight and it stained my hands.

I hold them out for cold air to caress.

The way you say hello

echoes in my blood.

We are full of misunderstandings

but like the breeze whispers secrets to night stars,

my Father has whispered His love into this soul

for you.

I stained my hands in the sunset.

It seeped through my skin and into my bones,

it dyed my blood

which whispers of His love

for you.

My hands are stained purple with sunset
for you.

We are full.