It's amazing how young you are, but so eager to grow as a Christian. So young, but so loving, so affectionate, so morally and spiritually pure. You shine like young dew under a steaming sunkist heat bake. How strong you are, I will never understand. Even as just a young being in the untamed world of sins, evil, and passionate torture. I miss you as a friend, and as a brother in the Lord. You don't know how impacting as an inspiration you have been to me.
There is not a day in church where I sorely miss you. It's not the same always reserving a spot for you in the benches and seeing that a bag or another person scoot the soul that used to stay in that spot. Somebody else in that way you used to bask in. Something else speaking for what you used to say. How much the little voice, the little young boy who used to sit in that spot did something for the world, for the worlds of the lives he has been a part of. But for some reason you're not there anymore.
You lay so much on such a fragile line. Your faith may fall, your friends may forget, but know this: I won't ever.
How strong you are, how faithful you are, how inspiration emanating from you could pierce through me until its cut to its limitation, I will never know.
And how much I admire, care, wish, pray, empathize for you... you will never know.
