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Today, a thought came to mindThe worst part about being human is
You can rationalize anything and everything
If you believe it, you can explain it
And you have faith in what you believe
Your faith can move mountains
Because you believe
As you have rationalized it
So when your belief can no longer be explained
And you have run out of rationalization
You are out of faith
Thus you rationalize your error
In understanding what you perceived to be true
So if you exist, where are You?
How are we to believe in You?
And how do we exist in relation to You?
Mighty and Eternal Creator of all living things
Why is it so hard to understand You?
And what do You want from us?
I read the Holy Scriptures
And make decisions
Based on the wisdom I perceive it contains
Then, in a single lapse of time
When I walk away feeling I fought a good fight
A burden enters my soul
Condemning the very thing
I perceived as righteous
According to Your Word
It’s almost as if every turn
Closer to Your holiness
Becomes a cornerstone
Leading to a deeper path
In the pursuit of Your ways
My humanity rationalizes once more
And I praise Your name and say
How amazing is my Father?
How imperceptible is His knowledge?
How much I still have left to learn!
And I take my courage up
Pump my chest out
Swallow my fears
And trust in my faith in You
Yet the closer I get
The further away I end
Making countless more errors
And even if for a moment
Grace shines on my face
It soon crumbles down
As the lives of other step on my race
My heart heartens to Your teachings Lord
How do You expect us to do what is right
When others constantly treat us wrong?
Where is our hope?
And how are we to know that all this suffering will end
In Your everlasting mist?
How do we know that our faith in eternal life
Is not a mere rationalization we concocted to ease our dying hearts?
Why are we so fragile and weak?
When we are blessed
We glorify your name
When we are harmed
We curse the enemy
When our life is shattered
We question Your justice
And when we are like barren deserts
We believe You never meant for us to succeed
We become so wounded
We accept that maybe, just maybe
Christ could not have saved everyone
Maybe, I simply was not part of the Chosen ones.
Written by Animsay
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