Pen of Life
If I only have a control of my pen-of-life
Maybe, I could write all wonderful things for myself,
An immeasurable wealthiness,
An unending fame
Or a delightful love story.
If I would given a chance to use the pen-of-life
Maybe, I could erase those unpleasant memories,
Those people who hurt me
Those uncontrollable woes,
And those hurtful heartbreaks.
If I insists myself to write about my own life
Maybe, I wouldn’t taste the sweetness and bitterness of living,
The success after the hardship,
The lessons after the mistakes,
And the unconditional love after the heartbreaks.
If He let me handle this pen-of-life,
Maybe, I wouldn’t have a chance to know Him,
And His Love…
I surrender myself to You…