You laugh at them. You point your finger and call them a fool. Their silence amuses you, their gentleness becomes your joke, and the crowd joins your laughter as if kindness were weakness. It feels enjoyable today, sweet on your tongue like careless victory. Their patience becomes your stage, their humility your entertainment. But time is a quiet witness. It watches without speaking, It writes its lessons slowly in the turning pages of life. A day will come When laughter turns into tears. The echoes of your mockery will return to your own ears like thunder across an empty sky. Situations will arise without warning, storms without hands to beat you Yet heavy enough to break your pride. Pain will arrive quietly, And you will feel the trembling of a heart that once laughed too loudly. And that fool, that funny person you once mocked, may stand in the distance, not laughing, but witnessing your tears, your shaking voice, Your falling ego. For life has a patient way of bending the tallest p...
They fell where strength could not remain, A trembling heart in fragile skin, Each breath a whisper edged with pain, A losing fight they couldn’t win. The dawn arrived without a name, Tomorrow felt too far, too thin, Hope flickered like a dying flame, While night kept closing further in. The body wore its tired cries, The soul lay low, worn through with fear, Faith blurred behind exhausted eyes, Yet heaven still was drawing near. For mercy walks where voices fail, And power moves where none can see, God reached into the breaking veil And spoke the word that sets us free. Life rushed back into weary veins, Light stitched the torn and shattered frame, What pain had claimed, He now reclaimed, What death had named, He could not claim. The heart once pounding out of time Now sings within a steadier chest, A pulse aligned with grace divine, A soul returned to holy rest. Gratitude became their daily song, Their breath a prayer, their steps His praise, In all they did, to Him belonged Ea...