Letters From a Dead Girl

By Vennesa Samanthan

Take a peek at a journal of a girl,

remembered in the breeze,

gone with the wind,

confessing her love for her Savior.

 

Day 48

 

The bathroom

is the meeting place

of all my insecurities, fears, tears, and overthinking

We're all there stealing glances at each other

until You

catch my eyes

and put me into perspective

I don't need to be lost at sea

I don't need to be tossed by winds and waves

'Just let me in your arms,' I say

Your blue-ice (eyes) staring back at me

rob my attention and steal me away

oh handsome Savior!

I will dwell in this moment

 

Day 93

 

You're the boy with the charming smile

A personality to befriend me

And stand by my side

Pushing me out my bed of mud

Pulling me up Your mountain

Automatically in love

It's a long and hard way

But we made it up here

By the way,

You and I have gone a long way through

the hard days

the highs and lows

but we had kept at it

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vennesa Samanthan
• Release date: Sep 22, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215106624

Book preview

Day 1

Can we sing it one last time

How You love me

Can we sing it one more time

How long You’ve been waiting for me to notice You

I never guess what came after me

Sweeping me of the slippery glass road

Onto a golden hue path

They called Gold

I’m never so tuned out

I’m so out of it

You are more than a fantasy,

Not merely an escape

Not an ecstasy,

Not a one-time experience

You are the melody to the deaf ears

All your colors pop in my shining eyes

We’re more than just lover, I’m forever hunted by You

Waiting for You all the time,

Looking up at the sky, asking when, when is the time

[Now flying on a plane,

Looking out the window,

Looking for the place we’ll meet

In the sky]

When will the time and day come?

I’ll be ready

Like the seven wise virgins

Singing Hallelujah with a broken, wild heart

Day 2

You’re a dangerous Lion

But a friendly King

Day 48

The bathroom

is the meeting place

of all my insecurities, fears, tears, and overthinking

We’re all there stealing glances at each other

until You

catch my eyes

and put me into perspective

I don’t need to be lost at sea

I don’t need to be tossed by winds and waves

‘Just let me in your arms,’ I say

Your blue-ice (eyes) staring back at me

rob my attention and steal me away

oh handsome Savior!

I will dwell in this moment