The Problem with Living

If only we were with God before birth

Just as how it would be in death,

Then I would've asked Him to let me stay

Behind the golden gates of Heaven instead.

I’d be an angel looking down on earth.

When Adam and Eve first sinned,

He could have stopped His disappointment with humanity,

And created no more

For humans have many weaknesses

And the world deteriorates with it.

The little spark in the eyes,

That sees nothing but itself.

But I am here.

Among millions, 
And see ourselves commit the unimaginable
Evil beyond compare, 
Suffering of all kinds everywhere

After all, living is the biggest risk of dying

And death is but a place we all go to.

But I breathe, 
And wish not for any pain, as anyone
I live. 
That is never a guarantee.

The days spin in constant uncertainty. 

It's what drives me to the edge. 
Living was never easy.
Tomorrow, you shall see. 
Hold on to Jeremiah 29:11

The Cross I hold unto my heart, 
Perhaps I am here not for the troubles of the living, 
But to know of His glory and great mercy
Eternal love stronger than any evil

Ephesians 2:4

Instead, 
Him of the Highest Throne
Looks from the heavens
Down on me

And I look up to forever. 

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faith