He's the hand I felt on my shoulder as the tornado went over me . He's the one who saved me from choking to death in my own ***** . He's the one who sat beside me on the mountaintop as I cried over my wrongs . And if I ever kneeled before him he would take my hands and raise me so I could kiss his cheek . Who is God ? My best friend who has saved me time and time again . Who understands my limits and my failures but forgives me each and every time . One who is always there for me to lean on when I am tired , lonely , discouraged . One who has shown me heaven and promised a place there for me .
Who is God ? He is in me , my past , my present , and future . I am nothing without my God .

we set limits around us
and make a box from it
in that box we live
and name that box a "Society"

we get suffocated
living inside that closed box
and try to get some fresh air
but,
we are not allowed

Finally we find it hard to fit ourselves
within that box
once made by us

what if, we never made that box?
we would live happy without it
rather than trying to fit inside it.

Your image burns
eternal in my mind
Luscious lustful flame
melting through my rhyme
You illuminate my pages
and heat my quill
The passion for my muse
rages hotter, still.

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