Seek, Ask, Knock.

Reality,

Dreadfully dreaded,

Miserable,

As days go by.

This body,

Ages,

Keep accummulating,

With sickness.

I’m waiting,

For my time,

Until then I will decline,

All talks about death,

And any god above,

Since I have, miserable, science.

So I know,

One day I’ll go,

Without a trace,

Oh, what am I living for?

It is all vanity,

And of no hope,

Can I really face,

Oh, to be or not to be?

Perhaps I should leave a part of me,

An unerasable memory,

An eternal legacy,

Here.

If this is how you feel deep inside,

Your heart in sores and a stirring tide,

Restless through your unending late nights,

Through the years with hope far from sight -

Take courage, there is hope,

Because there is life beyond this life,

Because if you look for the evidence hard enough,

Sincerely without bias,

You will find,

That there is a God,

Knocking at the door,

Of your heart,

He is the only One who knows you through and through.

Ask Him all the questions,

And wait for Him to answer,

You’ll be surprised by His response,

Overwhelmed by His presence.

If you dare,

Knock on His door,

Don’t be too shocked,

When He opens for you.

Open the door as He knocks,

Because once life ends,

It stops.