Mule in a Mute

God created you first to create the perfect me. Made you out of dust and, me the best of yours. God created you and me, serve Him. God created me to serve you, my love. He knows I can, but you can't handle it all alone God created you and me, serve Him. My fall for the fruit is a sin, but Your fall for love is a virtue. God created you and me, serve Him. We had our fall in blindness. I was blind to you and you to me. Now, the purpose of our creation is lost. I want you and, you need me. The reason we sinned never changes. Now, the purpose of our creation is lost. You blame me for my sin, I agree, But what made you sin? My love. Now, the purpose of our creation is lost. We lost our purpose in paradise; we did. Still, here is our second chance on earth. Remember, God loves us the same. You and I sinned, now forgiven. His love for us never wavered. Remember, God loves us the same. Grandchildren, though hard to believe, You and I have our life journey. Remember, God loves us the same. ...

Truth is judgemental. Truth centered on itself.  Smooth for some But, sharp edges for others. Truth has its color of facts, But, the facts are not the truth. Neither truth stay facts nor facts makes it the right. Truth is not cold but hard to accept. We can manage truth, can't earn it. Truth doesn't get welcomed.  But, give up its royal entry.   Truth breaks the stereotypes. Truth binds and serves equality. Truth seizes everyone for the trespass. None can escape from the hands of truth. Truth can be colored, but it has no favors. Truth can be polished but, it is truth. Truth is truth, has no alternative terms. TRUTH HAS ITS OWN RESPECT, YET WE FEAR TRUTH.