The Prize 

  
Everyone wanted him

To be seen with him

To be liked by him…

To be desired by

This beautiful boy

Charismatic

Charming

Stunning

But on the inside 

Damage

Decay

Danger

So lonely

So tired

Worn

Running from

His own shadow 

No one can claim you son

You are the prize

Purchased and paid for

Jesus Christ

The highest bidder

Laying down His life 

So He could win you

You

Are

His Prize

And

JOY

His

Boy

Rest in The Lord 

Run no more

Come Home

❤️ Krystal Lynne