Withered roses can be fool
Withered paradise of promises and chaos can go nowhere in pool
The claps of crowd proclaiming in Sunday’s Best
In His gentle and greatness with complete unconditional love
Maybe He is just listening of your wishful thinking thoughts
How critical you are
How crucial you are?
How faith isn’t it?
The line and it’s rope that full of hope and holiness is coming near.
We are savoring the celebration but all of sudden the empire of darkness always ruining our mind.
How bad isn’t it?
But the light of glorious surroundings will bind us to lead in Him
We can say…we want to…We want to fed up!
I took all the chances you provided but I am not satisfied, indeed!
“Son! I have better plan than yours!”
Those words…those voices from enlighten ones we heard.
We can take lots of medicine to cure our external wound but our mind and soul how?
Think but thank You!
Gave up but He Blessed us!
Mistakes but He taught us to do the righteous deeds!
He cured us! Not humankind but the Greatest Healer of our all wounds.