If we could have a perfect life then we would not need God.
But there is no perfect world created until Christ second coming.
But once we get to heaven we shall have a perfect one without sin.
Sin is the disease  that is keeping us from having one now.
For we all need the Christ no matter who we might be or know.
Adam and Eve became disobedient to our Savior in the garden of Eden.
So Christ had to come down to the earth to die a sinners death.
To bring us back into the fold that Adam and Eve separated us from God.

I am broken, I been through some hardships.
I have felt earthly love and lost it as well.
I felt lonely, alone, and lost as well in my life.
But I have felt true love as well from God.
I may feel lonely at times but our God is real hope.
As long as there is hope there is life within you.
I yet know that is there a chance to have it.
A normal life with a woman that was chosen for me.
At the very beginning of the creation of the earth.

Though my heart is heavy with brokenness.
I shall not give up, I shall not destroy myself.
For as long as there is life within my body.
There is hope, for my God makes us over comers.
My God is the God of the weak, and humble.
He speaks Hope, Joy, Peace and Love into us.
So no what happens in my life here on earth.
It is heaven that the true hope is drawn to.
For my hope is not here but in being with Jesus.

my heart explodes with joy
as I flutter my wings

I will never fly as gracefully
or as long as the other birds

but when I am in the air
even for a moment
I feel free

my broken wings lift me up
to where I do not know,
but somewhere etched in my heart

a strange thing happened when I
started singing songs of gratitude
for learning to fly with broken wings

other birds with broken wings
started to gather around me
sharing their experience and hopes

I am free as my heart sings joyfully
my own hopes and dreams
as I share my experience
to help another bird with broken wings
to journey a little closer
to the place etched in their hearts

and somehow I am exactly
where I am supposed to be
flying with broken wings

I can't sleep,  don't waste time counting sleep, read poetry

Try  getting your feet wet before plunging into the ocean