Made to last

Am surprised at you my friend, shocked that you will choose this route.
Don't you see that you were made to last?

Sin (Disobedience to God) brought death; yes very true.
One day we all will drink of the cup called death.
That is not the end cause we are made to last.

Our days are numbered, timed and recorded.
And for each one we must give account.
The finite determines the infinite destination.
The temporal decides the eternal.

We were not born just to die.
We are born to live, die then live forever.
Death is just the one sleep that transits to another realm
We are made to last

Am not going to ask you stay,
But why rush to where you will finally go?
Why shorten your days, running to the door before your day?
Dear one you are made to last.

Eternal damnation awaits anyone who shortens his days
No reprieve for those who despises the new days apportioned to them.
No pain here anyways can compare with the eternal agonies
Beloved you are made to last.

All that it TAKES!!!

It is really unraveling to find that your heart is broken.
It can be the death of you, hence the birth of another.
A complete stranger who you do not know takes the place of the you.
You have always known.

Needless to say, my heart has been broken once too many times.
The me that resulted from the heart attack is a stranger.
One i wish i had never known.
But can never loose.

One born of anger, and fulfillment.
One full of resentment, for broken promises.
And dreams that disappeared as smoke on the morn.
This one can never love again.

This heart is seared, with steel.
It will take more than sweet words and romance to break through.
Go home child, there is no joy and laughter here.
Fly away to another land where the plunderer has not looted
Or removed the good to sunshine

Son, go on its for your own good
A man came by here once
I gave him all i had
He took it all away, left emptiness in its wake

Brother you think what you see now is worth staking destiny on
Surprise me, cause you didn't see this house in its former glory.
I am inertia; i have lost all sense of feeling.
Take my advice; journey on home is still ahead

Love ?? you love me?
What is Love?
A broken spirit, shrouded in misery.
An angry mob; irate without reason.

Will you buy this wilderness, parched and dry.
It will take more than a miracle for this land to bloom again.
More than the bag full of tricks, words and acts that you bear.
It will take a tsunami, your wind can only cause the dust to flicker.


Do you have ALL that it takes???