My surgery left an ugly souvenier;
at least that’s what I thought;
but, instead it was a message; unclear;
of a lesson my soul has been taught.
We must escape this illusion we hold;
even though we know it will die;
to solve the mystery we must be bold;
to find the reasons for why.
Why would God destroy my dreams?
Doesn’t He know what’s best?
He cares so little for all our schemes;
He’s just putting us to the test.
It matters little what we do on the stage;
for the world of thought is real;
and any of what evil, actors engage;
the God of heaven will heal.
The King of Kings and Lord of Hosts;
walked the same roads as me;
and the Son of God suffered the most;
in order that all be set free.
Victory is not our goal;
its not about owning the best cars;
it’s learning that enhances our soul;
and wining, is earning life’s scars.
For when our Lord had returned;
what proof did the disciples demand?
They saw what He had earned;
by seeing the scars on His hands.