Like those old memories
those pictures
and broken petals
those thousands broken words
one pure heart and innocent eyes,
Some careless whispers,
My life is going dark,
I can never satisfy,
That rose have been died,
And I’ve just cried,
For the pain I saw in eyes of butterfly
As she lost colors from her wings,
And cursed her luck,
God’s will never be challenged against,
But I prayed a lot of time,
And all I know I can never satisfy
A bird lost her wings and said now I cant fly
And all I know I can never satisfy
Just now I got out of my house
Saw the sky with clouds of rain
Thought would be happily rain
But they turned dark became black
And moment turned panic
Because I have lost and I cant try
All I know I can never satisfy
Last night I was in a dream
With my head high going running on my way
A thing came to me and don’t know what did it say
Eyes got tired now I can even cry
But all I really know that I can never satisfy
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michael rex (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: my this work shows my pain. I have got tired of trying and trying again, but the outcome is nothing. I have done my best still nothing. And i have just given up doing so.
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Again, a familiar cry you've voiced...trying, but in vain. The story of so many in this world. We can truly never satisfy....excellent point. But if the Lord saves us, He will be satisfied with the work He does in us. Otherwise, satisfaction is often (it seems to me) elusive, arbitrary, and transient, to perpetually chase, if we seek it. Unless of course, the Lord saves us, for He says...He satisfies the longing soul, and fills the hungry soul with goodness...and His Word is true.
so it means my these both work are in vain??
Well, you got me thinking for a moment....that was not my intention...but perhaps that is the case....what are you striving for? You see, the Word of God does say only too truly, "Vanity of vanities, all is vanity" and conversely to His saints, "be ye steadfast, unmoveable, for your labour is not in vain in the Lord". In a very real sense our work and lives are in vain if not in the Lord, yet we may find success here. So it is an interesting question you've asked. I do not wish nor intend to discourage you, yet I wish to be as truthful as I know, presently. Is that more confusing?
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