I lie here, as God intended to be,
for better or worse, shouldn't he judge me?
A chance of nature was how I was created,
but now that I'm here, should my life be debated?
The right of the living is my simple defense,
to play out my time regardless of consequence.
Perhaps a future of suffering, sorrow or pain,
or the joy and comfort where love remains.
But, whatever the reason of my earthly flight,
I come from the Father to claim that right.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 12:24 PM UTC
I lie here, as God intended to be,
for better or worse, shouldn't he judge me?
A chance of nature was how I was created,
but now that I'm here, should my life be debated?
The right of the living is my simple defense,
to play out my time regardless of consequence.
Perhaps a future of suffering, sorrow or pain,
or the joy and comfort where love remains.
But, whatever the reason of my earthly flight,
I come from the Father to claim that right.
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