Each day when the sun erases the darkness
I woke up with the hope of getting a better life
While the ozone restricts the sun to permeate X-rays to my body
I beams the x-rays of faith to evaluate my soul
It often stuck with the metals of sin
Sometimes stiffer like hard black iron
The othertimes tiny like a mild steel.
Each time I do find harborage with my Lord
Humbly, repentantly, with an unmatchable hope
Of getting forgiveness.
He is the One and Only
Have given me the strength for living
Then , now and ever will.
In the floating moments of life when
I ponder myself why I m on the earth?
It is from The Giver I often get the
Answer ,
Bounded but clear one.
The clear part is
The purpose of life is to Understand the creator
And worship Him in a way He taught us.
The limited part is the inner of the innermost
Reasoning behind it
The fact which Him only Knows.
The wisdom of The Wisest to decile the whistlers of wickedness.
