Keep Your Faith Placed Safe Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Fortunes meant for you,
Are not for anyone else to keep.
Unless they are holding it,
To be released to you.
And you are within reach.

People numbed from their surroundings,
Sleep.
Intoxicated by medications,
To ensure they stay away...
From wishes to be on top of the heap.
And lay under burdens tolerated,
With a sharing of addictions...
That has convinced them not to leave.

Don't dropp a tear or weep for them.

Stretched to the max,
With their pockets getting thin...
They are
And this they confirm,
Enclosed in minds suffering within.
With a slow burn inside they earn.

Afraid to relax their grasp that holds,
Onto old routines...
From them they can't let go.
As most routines on some bestow.

But a fortune meant for you,
Will come...
And that is true.
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.

If your faith is placed,
In the hands of the Maker.

Yes a fortune meant for you,
Will come...
And that is true.
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.

If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.

Whatever you need The Master will feed,
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.

Refuse to brood like so many do,
And keep your faith placed safe...
In the hands of The Maker.

Whatever you need The Master will feed,
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.

Refuse to brood like so many do,
And keep your faith placed safe...
In the hands of The Maker.

Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.
Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.
Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.
Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.