Not Perfect Made Perfect

I have this pebble in my hand I always loved those stone and wish I'd collect millions of them Keep them in my house and bring them to life with beauty, acrylic and pattern But lets imagine for a minute Okay? A pebble in my hand A 'not perfect' pebble Where do I aim this pebble (thinking) That decision I can make Where does the pebble land? Fates decides Gravity, velocity etc My point is I have made a decision Aim at heaven If this pebble lands wherever that is entirely not in my control Dear pebble take me to eternity I sit at my wooden door steps outside my jungle themed castle clothed with climbers flowers and I narrate to my Love The best of stories I bleed at His sight and I see Him burn with concern and care I am talking poetry and he basks He not only knows this story He not only wrote the story He has lived through it Its like a movie director He can't act for some reasons but he writes the stories The script And he relives it through each actor each scene Through their emotions The best part is that, the director gets to give a preview He gets to explain His impact, Like where were you when I sat applying powder on my smelly feet Or when I called on that night Oh what about that night when I walked towards my father When I walked towards those red acrylic letters Where were you? what were you doing? What was is like for you? Do you think that is the reason why the heaven blinds us Do you think that is the reason I do not see my King Cause one day, He will come and sit by the footsteps And Relive those moments Sadness, pain, doubt, fear and blisssss I cant wait to read concern in the eyes of my King I cannot to read love and affection and brokenness in fullness Narrating an ordeal and get a pure nod Perfect.