How I wish I were a fly that a chameleon would swallow,
A fish that a cat could eat, bone that dog may chew on.
At least then, my existence would have served a purpose
When studying don't yield the results which others reap from theirs
I find myself asking, 'God, why like that?"
Maybe, just maybe, God made me without study-discipline,
so that i might learn it on earth.
Maybe, only maybe, God made me without a spiritual antenna,
so that i might learn to trust more in the Word.
After all these I ask myself, decades down the road, does my results now matter?
It would only be used to encourage the younger generation to outshine me.
Still, if God willing, I will have a family, as if I wont have one when God wills.
I came to a conclusion and that, 'Its the process that matters."
Yet, I am now in this process, and though when I look back it might not matter,
but for now, I'm in a sandpit, so God, please remember me.
The waves wash new sand ashore,
sandcastles are remembered no more.
My confusions and sores,
Only God's love can cover all.
Everyday brings forth obstacles and struggles,
Every one of them might be followed by a familiar ache.
Part of man's lot, the hurting and the healing,
Seeing close friends and brothers losing themselves,
All a passing phase, viewed with tears flowing from the heart.
-dedicated to recent events and thoughts.
A fish that a cat could eat, bone that dog may chew on.
At least then, my existence would have served a purpose
When studying don't yield the results which others reap from theirs
I find myself asking, 'God, why like that?"
Maybe, just maybe, God made me without study-discipline,
so that i might learn it on earth.
Maybe, only maybe, God made me without a spiritual antenna,
so that i might learn to trust more in the Word.
After all these I ask myself, decades down the road, does my results now matter?
It would only be used to encourage the younger generation to outshine me.
Still, if God willing, I will have a family, as if I wont have one when God wills.
I came to a conclusion and that, 'Its the process that matters."
Yet, I am now in this process, and though when I look back it might not matter,
but for now, I'm in a sandpit, so God, please remember me.
The waves wash new sand ashore,
sandcastles are remembered no more.
My confusions and sores,
Only God's love can cover all.
Everyday brings forth obstacles and struggles,
Every one of them might be followed by a familiar ache.
Part of man's lot, the hurting and the healing,
Seeing close friends and brothers losing themselves,
All a passing phase, viewed with tears flowing from the heart.
-dedicated to recent events and thoughts.