Questions Raised to the Closed Doors of Heaven
QUESTIONS, RAISED TO THE SKY~~
I went through the hassle to believe in your justice and your wrath
I have fought temptations while holding my strong belief as I walked that path,
A path of pain, distress, and deprivation until I can no longer breathe
And still I believe in your power, a belief that will never end or cease
Dad told me to hold on, have faith, and not to question
For YOU have a master plan, and in doomsday we shall be rewarded
Yet, the pain and the deprivation, added to the temptation
I AM full of faith! BUT Seeing & not being able to touch is a bit retarded
I try not to question your justice et al
But careful, careful soon I might just slip and fall
Yet again I am afraid of your wrath so to you I bow my head
To you I cry, not to rip my family apart, to let my heart mend
I have not been a good servant to this religion yet
I believe I did not earn your fury, for I did my best
So why am I deprived of your grace, blessing and light?
Have I stooped so low, not to earn that right?
So I caress my filthy broken heart silencing the questions in my head
For if my heart ponders those questions any longer I might lose sight
Of what is wrong and what is right
Yet I am a human not divine not special, so I don’t have that right
And Lord, I know you sense the shattering pieces of my heart
Would your grace surround us and not tear my family apart
Would you bless us, shine your grace upon us, for I am lost
And by time all my faith might go to waste under this layer of frost
God, I know I have questioned your work, so do forgive
And in the middle of all that, let my family live
~~ NO QUESTIONS ARE TO BE ASKED AND YET …. ~~
So I write to my inner self, how come others are always blessed
When I suffer in pain, though we were faithful in our pledge
So I sit again in my corner all teary and silent
Waiting for the next round of punishment to descend ......
Waiting for the tide to smother the last grains of hope carried by the dying sun as it descends into the sea of oblivion ~ SMK
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