What’s Wrong with the World?

What preserves our sanity, Mr. Chesterton?

Butterflies and Thunder

Is it really her you miss?

While in the Christmas whirlwind,
We quickly became more than friends.

“Close the door!” She yelled behind.
But we were gone and paid no mind.

No matter the affliction of my chains.
No matter what I’ll go through,
No matter the pain;
Oh to live is Christ and to die is gain.

In a noble desire to keep you from harm
He won’t let you come past the length of his arm.

When faith is forced through fearsome flames…

An end can bring a sweet, new start.

Then I heard, yes I was taught
My redemption had been bought

The little runaway.
He must head home today.