There’s boy I know, he is invisible. Only a few people see him, a few certain trusted individuals. But beyond that, he is invisible to the world. The invisible boy is hardened and callous from many years of not being seen or cared about.
Underneath the exterior, is a person who loves, who cares, who laughs.

The people who can see the invisible boy say great things about him, but nobody really takes the time to listen, because they don’t see him. People who have the gift of seeing the invisible boy see freedom and innocence in his eyes, salvation in his voice, and love in his arms.

Maybe someday the world will see the invisible boy. I can only hope for that, because that boy is me.