When what we want makes us cry
What we need passes us by
There is a choice;
To be bitter or thankful
To be covet or grateful
To be appreciative or spiteful.
When we stand on neutral, lukewarm grounds
Hope vanishes like a brilliant gloss on a winter evening
Our reaction shows what is deserving
Why not forget the vanity and focus on vitality?
Tis our father who steers us from depravity
Tis his wisdom that bears the fruit of greatness.
Okay. It sucks, a lot.
No one can grasp what’s going on
Time has left you misplaced
Regret comes-a-knocking at your door
All you do is look at the flaws in your morality
When you could be on your knees being praiseful.
It takes one. Three. Five minutes
A moment of solemn awareness in your center
To acknowledge your mortality and fragile nature
A silence that stumbles the biggest giant
one that humbles the greatest emperors
As you relinquish your power.
Do not fight resistant, embrace it
A lot can happen in one. Three. Five minutes
In one, God can turn your crimson soul to white
In three he can reverse the destruction of a lifetime
He can rain copious bounty upon your family in five
Be grateful that everything is in his control, if you come to him.