To Often Forgotten~ Haylie Gregory

I sit here on your old nightstand,

Forgotten like a 60’s band.

Abandoned, neglected, cast aside

Discarded, over looked, not worth trying to find.

I’m collecting dust and growing old.

My pages yellowing at the fold.

I’m buried underneath your stuff

That you once thought would be enough.

How long has it been since you’ve opened me?

How long has it been since you’ve felt free?

Free from your worries? Free from your sin?

Free from your heartache and your fear within?

Open me. Let His Word come in.

Please! Open me! Let His work begin.

Did you know that Haylie loves spicy food?!