The Tomb

By Shawn Lynes

I watch will excitement
I listen with apprehension.
I wait in expectation.
This time will never come to me again.
Why am I holding back?
Why am I so cold inside?
I have an appearance of truth, but I am a white washed tomb.
I need this tomb of a body to be washed anew in Christ.
I cry out ... Please cleanse me!
I watch and I see.
I listen and I hear.
I wait and I am filled.
Filled to the fullest that I could ever be.