For I am only human, It was never my choice To crush a mountain or drain the sea, I may not see the facts laid for me, Being blinded by sight, It was never the sort of pain I hoped, Dearly hoped to overcome, But the sort of pain I knew I couldn’t, No matter how strong the determination, Nor the encouragement, And when God becomes the matter of question, I understand, Truly understand that Prayers are meant to be answered But not all, And His time will never be of mine, Leaving me, a human, To make believe that mountains could be crushed And seas could be drained, No matter, I am still a human, Weak but made strong in He, Who loves, cares, and understands, But as the hands move from one point to another, I see my treasures whether through sweat and pain Hurt or shame, Swept away, As though to say That they aren’t mine though they seem to be, And I wonder why prayers, Yes, prayers, Are answered not to the benefits Of the seen, But to the unseen, However, I am still human, Having no choice but to be obedient, Standing beneath the hands of He Who holds the earth.
Sam Jo Lene 5PA1 Convent Light Street
07/02/09
wrote this today ! put yaself in my shoes and maybe you'll understand why I'm still human. xD hmmm.... fishball, i think you'll understand this poem pretty well if you read carefully. =] Bun.
