one's cake is dough

You have bestowed upon us challenge after challenge.We cried, we mourned, we saddened on things happen beyond our expectation, but we wake up, we thank You for it and restart all over again.We stop sighing, we pick up the pieces and we build new ones.We learn that we are the chosen ones.The challenges have gotten the better of us.You love us dearly to grant us all the trials and tribulations we thought we could never survive.

But please, dear You, this time, love us enough to consent him the job he genuinely needed.That he truly wishes for.

Because the despair look on his face for the dashing hope is the last thing we want to see for now.

Just, please.