They say life is full of trouble

Weakness and fear make it double

Many downs that will make you sad

Even if you have not done bad


Folks tell me not to expect much

Heaven here we cannot find such

Wait till death comes or the flight

Up there, all things will be made right


Much as I try, my heart won’t yield

Despite reasons my heart still lead

This matter I hold in my grip

Until man’s reasoning I strip



Look! Much pain we manufacture

Then we return to want pasture

Many scars on hearts humans create

On those who have longed to be great


I will pray still for heaven here

All forgetting my foolish fear

Man with God, the Holy Writ says

On earth may possess heaven’s days


(Peter Aruwa)

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