Why? Why try? Why not lie? Or simply die? What dread and wonder is worth this guy, when my guy is in the sky?
I think God has a wonderful mind, as he puts purpose to the grind. He watches while we learn why his love we cannnot earn.
He gives and he lives while we lose and are bruised. We try and we try, as he sits and wonders why. He’s all that we need, yet we seek to be freed. He knows how it goes, while we lack and he flows. Life after death, our life has no rest.
Seek and you will find, ask and you shall receive, weak is your mind, faith is your mask, but truth is in your belief. Great is God and great is His bate. For faith is erased where God is not your mate.
Take heed not to hope in the spoils of the joke, as the clown is your master and the joke is your dream.
To visualize perfection in a broken world, is to long for the spent and live for the splint. The future you imagine leaves you lost and abandoned, as your measure is low and you know where you will go.