The Answer Came Poem by jackie compton

Lord I am not a perfect man in a imperfect world.
But a imperfect man in a perfect world.

When the clouds of hard-times start to rain down
upon me.
I know there would be days like this, but why are there
so many.
Lord you promised me that there would be better days
through better way

Why do you give me these incredible task?
Tell me why do you make them so hard?

And then the answer came.

You my child was created in my own image.
The Devil gives a strong man simple and easy
task.
To enhance their ego.

I give a weak man a strong task to mold their character
and faith in them-self and me.