A Talk With Jesus

I may not know how to pray
But I know you hear every word that I say.
My conversations with you are long and nice
After all you are my Christ.

When we last spoke you showed me the world through your eyes
A world of heaven and paradise.
At that sight I wished it could be mine
But to do so your word must become my spine.

Every day I worked hard on getting there
But the devil fooled me with his deceptively gentle stare.
When I looked at him he told me to approach
He said he would train me and be my coach.

As I took the first step darkness start to take over
It was hard to breath; I wanted it all to be over.
I don’t understand how you broke the spell
But once again you saved me from Hell.

​The moment you called my name I found the missing particle of air
Not only for my lungs, but for heaven for which I need to prepare.
Every day I talk to you asking if I am worthy to stay by your side
Telling you about parts of my life and that I no longer wanted to hide.
Every day I go through trials knowing that you are standing by
And that I am safe no matter what the devil will try.