When all seems down.

When all applause die down and replaced by mute acknowledgement from men.
What replaces the silence?

When the raging roaring wildfire of love simmers to dying embers of disgust.
What and who ignites it?

When the ocean of wealth dries up and leaves a desert of hunger in its wake.
Who do we depend on for restoration?

When the alluring sounds of appreciation tones down to disparaging quakes of over familiarity.
Who becomes our comforter?

When the sweet savory taste of victory gives away to bitter plums of defeat.
Who and what encourages and reinvigorates us?

When we achieve our most sought after passion and realized how unfulfilling it was.
What stops us from slipping into depression?

When the doors of favour slam shut and the riches acquired rot.
Who owns the master key to which the doors are opened?

When the hordes of incoming calls reduces to *No missed calls*
Who becomes our source of inspiration and asserts our relevance to life.

When the wrinkles and beauty defy surgery,

When the dying body features defy enhancements,

When the failing voice defies vocal training,

What and who fills the void and pain following rejection?

When the kids leave to follow their paths in life,

When the *goons* and *Best Friends Forever* are nowhere to be found,

When *Bae* and *Darling* become powerless in face of the storms,

Who turns that tide of depression into a deluge of joy?


One thing I can guarantee,
Earthly possessions NEVER fill such void.

One location I can point to,
The feet of my Lord where strength flows into all bones.

One source of ultimate power i know, who does not trick one to destructive ends.

Jesus Christ is His name.
Strands of grace hang from His mane.
The confessions of haters He puts to shame.
Showers of blessings He causes to rain.

Jesus I know.
His love I preach to all.
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