An Empty Sock

An empty sock, is what you were.
A lifetime of memories no more than a blur.
The years of miracles, the lessons you share.
Time never ending, yet His end is near.
The art of a life spent dying to save.
The Passion was only one thing that You gave.
You gave up Your dignity, throne, and pride.
You became a human, got tortured, and died.
Shedding tears of blood,the Spirit had to let you go.
Loneliness enveloped you in hell’s fire glow.
Simply a sock when the Spirit was gone,
But as many know, His Spirit lives on.
One day even His body comes back,
Until then, let’s pick up some slack.
Take care of each other.
Love and love back.