LIFE ITSELF

LIFE ITSELF

Life itself is a Chronicle;
Each phase is like a cubicle.
Though it might look intangible;
Passing through it is inevitable.

To make impact is like a trouble
Humanly, all efforts will crumble
No matter how you try & hustle
Without God you will tumble

The promise of a man is like a bubble
Which when you take & try to grapple
Will dissolve like an the cry of a cuckoo
And dangerous like walking on broken bottle

Christ's grace makes one eligible;
To move through life needs indefatigable.
In storms and billows, immoveable
Because He is is always available.

Life is  not a joke nor a riddle
Because there many a tussle
That will want you to continually struggle
Only in Christ you're safe even in life's thistle

The call of the Omnipotent's grace is ample
Anyone who hears and can be humble
To come to Him even with his bungle
Will have all in life in a nuzzle

You will be decorated in a linen purple
With Christ you'll never fumble
Even when life come with it trouble
Surely you will have no reason to dazzle