Ghosts

Sometimes old ghosts still call our names with borrowed guilt and stressing games they knock on doors we’ve closed before yet find no home there anymore we both were bruised by storms gone by we both asked God the reasons why but you healed the places no one knew and somehow I did that for you too so let the shadows come and leave they cannot steal what we believe for every ghost that seeks our peace finds only grace that will never cease the past may knock, it can’t come in for God has brought us hope again our sweet story is just about to begin.