God Never Dies
I too once assumed that by doing good
I could redeem my distorted bended soul
When I had actually done some of the worst
I thought I could do better than Him
Chained myself in guilt and disgrace
Beating life up, till things were back in their place
Turning a blind eye on the loving touch
who was sweeping up the hurts I in fact brought about
sewing back all the broken hearts
I thought I could be a better god… or a "responsible gal"
if I don’t let go off my faults
and keep scratching the healing cuts
I kept ignoring the loving one
whom poured down springs of cure from His core
To make me whole as predestined in the garden of “Noor”*
I thought I was making better my wrongs
By lingering in the faded lands
When we gave up to enemy our inherited stands
Not perceiving the victorious knight
Conquering all those captured grounds
Recalling us the monarchy of the reinstated time…
that’s why He is called “The Ancient of time”!
Oh, My friend! Can’t you see…
He has done more than what you can think
Laying down bricks of gold where ever the enemy had destroyed
Adorning it with heavenly gift impart
Don't you see the ending has become better than the start?
Lets trust Him and His plans unfold
Let us throw ourselves into arms so bold
He is mending, curing, sowing
I am healing , thriving and growing...
Let us affirm the Loving Hand!
Let’s not linger in the ugly past!
*Noor means light in Farsi.
May 13- 2016
Contest of Soul Consciousness: why is God still God at the end of the day, Creator of Heaven and Earth, creator of all therein, including man (and his Soul) worthy of all praise?
Copyright © Rahy Hy | Year Posted 2016
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