late some nights.

  Late some night I am the cynic. In the light of the sun I can believe that God is good. I can see the world will be made new.
  But late some nights it seems the world will crumble. It seems that God ought to give up on us in our failures and let the justice we deserve come down.
  Late some nights humanity does not deserve to be saved so I ask, "Why bother?" The bad are bad and the good are worse because they lie through their teeth as they live as hypocrites.
  Late some nights I lie, wondering what the point of creation was if all it does is throw God's blessings back in His face. Could the earth just cave? Could the sky just be torn apart? Would not it be better if it all went away?
  Late some nights in my broken bitterness all that is left is for me to wonder that three-letter burden to my intellect: why?
  But in the morning I wake up and in the morning I see. God knows better than to merely do away with. God takes my broken, bitterness and He heals it. He does more than make acceptable, my Jesus makes all things new.