Alone Is A Lie

A poem by Chad Nathan

On solitude and meaning.

When the room is quiet

And the night seems to go on forever

The whole world feels far away

Nothing but thoughts

I count my failures

I remember my mistakes

I look at nothing but the empty space

I remember a hill

Then I remember a cross

Nails through innocent hands

A savior who carried what I deserved

Not as a story

But as a living love

The silence feels different

The silence feels sacred

The God who made the stars is listening

The God who conquered death is near

I was never abandoned

There is a father

Who chose a cross

So I could know His love forever