Many things are not dependable but his word will always do what it was sent out to accomplish. That is what faith is all about
Nightly subconscious worries flutter in the dark Whispers of financial ruin pull at my resting heart Maniacal government poachers, are looking for the quick kill Destroying innocent families, ignoring the blood they spill Property values are in the toilet, gas prices tip the scales Money is less and tighter; soon all our finances will fail
Whatever happened to brotherhood? When we looked to give others a hand
Whatever happened to unity? We held each other so we all could stand
I am simmering in my cauldron; my hope dies in the night With little faith to stoke my fire; I feel I am losing the light My children are hungry; I work hard but it’s never enough A welfare program gave me a cellphone; it keeps my family in touch Everyone is struggling; the countries dissidence is on the rise It seems Congress no longer cares if any of us survive
Yet, I will not lose my hope in God; he has kept us all this time When prices go up and down he retains my peace of mind Somewhere in the bible it says: The Just shall live by faith!" I know this to be true; God has kept my family fed and safe So if brotherhood is gone and no one will lend a hand If the unity of man blows away like the fleeting sand Lean on the word of God, it is stronger then any man His mercy is dependable; and with his power you can stand
Yes this is a very religious poem. I think that in order to survive the issues we face a person of faith must lean on God and believe that no matter what you can survive and make it. Not my best poem but I like the message.
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You tell many truths in your poems, Eddie, and I'm with you all the way! God is there to help, but man should be helping man as well. People don't seem to be watching out for one another the way they did in my parents' day. Companies are hoarding cash and hiring temps rather than perms. What is wrong with that picture? So much, that it boggles the imagination. It makes me sick and there's so little anyone can do about it. I salute you for writing this poem. It says much that needs to be said and heard.
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