SAVED FOREVER

The world may condemn, Gossip and accuse you, For each  m istake, And every wrong turn. Learning through mistakes, Is what life is all about, (In theory) But many of us, Aren't given that learning chance. Every mistake,  Be it our fault or not, Feels like the end of the world, When it is actually a new beginning. All wrongs are pardonable, Whatever happened in the past, Shouldn't stop you from becoming, A  b etter person you can be. The social stigma, Can be overpowering, But remember your eternal  F ather, Is always there with you, through it all.  Jesus will never accuse nor condemn   you, because He has been through it all and feels your pain. He is a father who stays close even when we mess up. So in the midst of all the chaotic accusations, look up to the one who has chosen you when you were still a sinner.

               I recently came across a house with one of its gates opening inwards and the other opening outwards. Usually gates open in one direction and closes in the opposite direction. I just smiled at the unusual gate, but it really got me thinking.               Everyone has a gate to their heart, some keep it locked with iron locks, others leave it slightly open, but only a few keep it wide open. Those who keep it locked fast, think its for their own good, and feel like the Romantic poets who lost their faith in humanity after the french revolution's blood bath. Broken trust, can tear up relationships but forgiveness is the glue that patches up the torn pieces and makes them whole again, and this time stronger than before.  Those who leave the gate slightly open, have been hurt in the past, still have their reservations but have a string of hope to believe in the good, and wish to...

Tough at the crust, Soft at the core, Acting as though, We've achieved everything, With our bare hands, Forgetting we were, Raised from nothing but dust. Everything is a blessing, From our first breath, Till our very death, But instead of thanking Him, We walk around filled with pride, Forgetting we were, Raised from nothing but dust. Aiming to be legends, Someone the world will recall, But all it takes is a fall, To realize, How worthless it all is, Remembering we were, Raised from nothing but dust. Race after what's worthwhile, As our time here is short, Encourage and support, Care and forgive, Remembering we were, Raised from nothing but dust, And soon we'll return. Many a times we forget that the purpose of our life is to do God's will and run after worthless things. We also forget that each and everything in our lives is a blessing. One's pride only leads them  to their downfall, so let's be humble and strive to be selfless.