So I guess this confusion never leaves huh ?
Its like we can never figure life out
Walking into the uncertainty of
Got so tired of worrying over and over
Got tired of seeking solace in the arms of this deceptive devourer
Time, stress, uncertainties
They cloud my mind
Haunted by thoughts of tommorrow, and the next day, and the next day . .
But what’s the sense ?
We all die anyway
So I gotta start thinking about life like this . .
My life is the wall and my mistakes – the mural
My mind is the canvas and my thoughts are the paint
We choose what we wanna put on our walls
And I’m sure we can all attest to that
Many times, all we keep doing is make a mess – we never fail
Mess up our past, our present and try with all our might to make our future stay bright
But we still do it anyway
You know . .
Isn’t that what makes life . . . Life ?
Flawed people making mistakes
Some GREAT some small
So do we sentence ourselves to condemnation and die ?
Or do we seek to find the good in all situations ?
Since we can’t control the future, since we can’t always fix these crazy mistakes.
Why won’t we free ourselves of all the burden and live ?
I heard of a Creator who knows all things.
He made the seasons and the times
He understands us
And His time isn’t like our time
So I wonder
If we should just lay all our burdens down for one day – by the side of the Creator, the Comforter, the Burden Reliever
Would we really still be haunted by these never ending mistakes ?
Really, would we
Think about it . .
Blessings. Peace. Joy