waiting for God

One fine morning.. As my eyes open.. As air begin to fill my lungs conciously..

I look up.. My ceiling smiling at me..

Turn to my right.. My walls are laughing crazily..

Stared down in shame.. My floor giggles wickedly..

Gathered my strength.. I start to look around slowly..

A question.. Out of instinct and suprise...

Where am I?

What is this place?

As comfort this bed felt.. it is not mine..

As fresh the air I inhale.. it is not the same..

As colorful the wall can be.. it secure me not..

Owh..

AM I DEAD?

IS THIS LIFE OVER NOW?

AM I IN THAT WAITING ROOM? BEFORE I BE JUDGE AND SENTENCED EITHER TO ETERNAL DAMNATION.. OR FOREVER ECSTACY?

I am so not dare to open my eyes no more.. So I shut it again..

A bell rang..

I open my eyes..

Ahhh.. Now I'm in my room.. this rough bed.. this polluted air.. this old walls..

How nice..

So God..

You've shown me a glipmse of your power..

I believe in that power.. For I am a worshipper..

But I have a question for You My Lord..

I am waiting..

To be corrected.. To be revive..

Show me heaven.. Show me hell..

Lead me.. To any place You believe right for me..

I am waiting for that..

I am waiting for You..

Waiting For God..

To makes me.. to shape me..

To turn me.. into anything..

THAT HE BELIEVES IS ME!!