Songs won't do
Poems won't do
Words won't do
Neither would dance steps do
Maybe I'll find the songs to express
Maybe I'll find the poems to express
Maybe I'll find the words to express
When I'm finally with you
Tears won't do
Kisses won't do
Joy won't do
Neither will dance steps do
Looking forward to when
I'm gonna be with you
To behold your crystal face
And stay right by you
Time won't do
Age won't do
Arts won't do
Neither would dance steps do
Sometimes you can't even ask why. Perhaps because you know everything doesn't quite lie in God's hands. Yet when it comes to things you have absolutely no control over, you are tempted to think it's in His hands. Even at that, you still can't ask why. Well maybe you can, but I can't. I have had a good dose of pain and disappointment enough to separate my ideology of God from life's occurrences. Before life started giving me rude shocks, I used to think God will always protect me by preventing pain. As I grew older and met with more battles, I learnt to accept the part of God's protection which delivers me from pain well after I have felt its excruciating bite and I came to this conclusion; God is and is forever kind. The earth is fallen; I may not be exempted from all its ugliness, but God will always be kind enough to deliver me if He doesn't prevent it. By the time you will be reading this, I would have shared my testimony. While I hop
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