For M.

There once was a boy, small, but lovely, dieing from a disease written through his bones. He was very young, and so it turned out, by faith and God, blessed to be healed alive, miraculous --bought with a price.
And so he grew, older, wiser, still quiet in his thoughts, calm in his action, respectful in his ways, remembering that once he could have had a quite shorter time on this earth, he could have been swallowed but he was still here, bought with a price.
And slowly, without even noticing, he started turning away, friends, substance, and lack of that, called to his soul, and began molding him, shaping his heart, making him hard, turning his eyes from crystal to coal, turning his smile from genuine to mockery. Satan's been busy, and God's been patient and he forgot that he was bought with a price.
and so now -- feelings have been hurt, words said, prophecies spoken, God's been waiting, and we sit, praying he'll awaken and realize
we're all bought with a price.