Not Fair

Yesterday a friend died. Today I cried. I grieve and I mourn.
Death is never fair. Death has never been part of the plan. Death is a consequence of something we did.
I never believe people who tell me that life and death is an endless cycle. But, jeeves, who wants to die and come back to this silly planet anyway?
I don't believe those who tell me to embrace the reality of death. I'd rather embrace life. The embrace to soften the pain they feel inside. They fool themselves believing they came from nowhere and they're going nowhere.
I do believe those who tell me that death isn't fair; doesn't make sense.
It doesn't make sense if the plan is perfect.
It does make sense if the plan is not perfect.
It does make sense if the plan is perfect but I am not.
That's why I love Jesus. I used to spit on him , kick him in the face, cursed him and eventually killed him.
Yet He loved me. And still does. He has done something to death. He conquered it, broke through its boundaries and claims and I believe in Him. I belive Him. He pulled me through and now I'm alive and will live forever with Him. I will be given a new body, new and perfect friends, a new earth, a new heaven. The only thing death will do is take my body. I don't mind that. Death can have my injured knee, my weak back, my headaches and migraines, my eyes. I'm gonna get new stuff and with this new stuff I will glorify my Lord and God forever and ever and ever.....