The Automaton

Sometimes I feel like the programs I create.
Being built and broken down just as it starts to run.
Weak at the surface, yet proven by what comes next.
Improved, built back up by the hand of the creator.
Set to continue the same course, until it happens again.
And again, and again, as the limit approaches infinity.
What hope is there for the thing?
It breaks before it captures in full the light ahead.
Yet one day, it runs, and it does not stop.
In both the case of my program and myself.
It is when purpose is fulfilled.
Too often I have broken myself down.
Too often I express despair in being broken down.
Yet, I forsake the doubt and sorrow I lade myself with.
Cursed be he who seeks to kill and destroy.
I know the plans He has for me.
I know He is faithful and just to forgive.
I know no power that can stand against Him.
So this time, I await with pleasing expectation.
To be rebuilt by the Creator.