That Feeling
Tears drip from the mahogany tree wetting the roots and causing a stir.
The sun though shining has done little or nothing to lift up the spirits.
The atmosphere is saturated with agony, the pain can be felt in the woods.
What one owns with pride, another loses with impunity.
Tears stream uncontrollably, forming a waterfall of even more agonising sorrow.
Is there hope for tomorrow??
Life is in stages and nothing is
Ever promised to last.
We live in the moment and die in
The moment.
How ironic that sometimes joy comes with the night and sorrow with the morning!
But this is the life we came to meet - a fallen world and must endure till the very end.
When all's said and done, we pray we're found on the streets of gold,
Dancing around the throne of our Saviour - Selah.
