A Beauty Untold

Asking God why I have to die, to understand this life was never Christ but everything in Christ was life and the beginning is the end, to satisfy the lie and he died to surprise us with right, but the bullet continues to strike every vital organ insight and this is how I begin to learn my will to fight, because I’m those lonely nights, I seen myself but myself wasn’t quite right.
 For every stripe and bloodshed from his head is the reason why manhood is dead and we can’t recover, children hating their mothers and sons killing their brothers is the reason why he wanted us to discover the reasoning for his cover because brotherly love was more than a brother, more then us reaching our dreams. We simply don’t understand unseen things, but he alone is the reason why we dream and why I sing. May God have mercy on our souls as we behold a wonder and a beauty of him soon untold.