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?