LIKE ME

*LIKE ME || LIKE ME*


Like me they stand unique, born and bred beyond science equivalence. Like me, they know not their future, living in a puzzling world with questions surrounding them like the radiance of the midday sun.
Like me they are pressed from every side, without knowledge of who they are or born to be.
Like me they were born with personality, beliefs, ideologies, and hope of a better future beyond which human imagination could ever suppress. They are  moulded in beauty and pride. Like me they laugh, a cherishing scene that radiates amidst the rushing neurones of gladness within them. They cry with pain, as life devastation arises and hits them as they gaze spellbound at how they lost all they have ever built.
Like me, they are the symbol of intelligence, admiration and all that defines joy.
Like me they have failed the universe. For blood stains their hands and guilt fumes from the pores of their darkened hearts. They have done terrible things and made themselves a terrible thing for their maker to see. They have fallen short of his glory, angered his heart and made themselves guilty of eternal damnation.
But like me they need a Saviour. They need one to come to them to tell them of
the good news of a man who came to die for them. A realistic folktale that has rendered the hearts of men pure and made them beautiful beyond comprehension, beyond human capability.
Like me they need his blood. They need his warm hands to cover them and lead them to a loving God. Like me they need his forgiveness and his love. They need his grace for repentance and his regeneration of their nature.
But who will tell them of this grace. Who will call them and tell them to step into a beautiful land they have never known. Who will allow God to save them from their terrible sins. Who will go,if not someone LIKE ME.

        Love -Peeman Arthur

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