I have lived and still living
Gone and still going through life
The ups and downs usurp my gaze
A standstill my life landed on
Like it all banked on it.
The reality to concede
Is that the life we sometimes envision
Isn’t what we tend to get in return
And deep in our thoughts, we’re gone
Reflecting upon what seems like a trap life sets for us.
Life isn’t a bed of roses
As some count it to be
It comes with different shades of encounter
Where only the stronger last longer
And the feeble it drives off
Like a piece of paper which has lost its potency.
But greater assurance we have in Christ
Made available in His blood for us
Which was shed on the cross of Calvary
Is able to set us apart in this life
And heal everyone from their wounds.