Waking up is not voluntary
Nor breathing is not granted willy nilly
Like dew all can drift
Your carcase from the ground will not lift
Planning you dont cease
Yet there his word commands-stay at ease.
Your seizure from the world no one knows
All like vegetables we will be planted in rows
Sometimes you wander into horrible thoughts
With no solutions you wallow like empty pots
Holes in the belly, holding nothing but air
Troubles in your life manoeuvr in pairs
Which tots have you not tested
- Doctors you have consulted
You are stinking and very poor
Perilous and jeopady roar
In your dreams none has come with a rope
You have lost hope, even in the pope
Your vows and dues are just melancholy
Life is not about monopoly
HIS word is available and always open
He has plans to prosper you and He is open
Why wont you forget your worries
Run to Him, nothing from tarries
He has a plan you
A plan to prosper
Give an Expected end
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Writing for the edification and glorification of Our Lord Almighty is the hallmark of ingenuity. Thanks for sharing Ishmael and do remain blessed.