I worry about disaster. I don't want to be attached.
are the effects after, if from my job I get sacked?
stock marketís not my thing,
And my bank account is drained.
the few bucks I get, I feel no bang,
And my dollar is too often strained.
work hard for success. My ambition
leads the way.
so far I have failed, and Iím broke at the end of the day.
think more money for me is the key.
Thatís the problem solver.
sure to bring happiness and glee,
If I let my bank account become my lover.
work several jobs if I must, storing up every penny I make.
to keep up my wanting image, all my credit cards Iíll need to stake.
is how Iíll go through life,
Then someday Iíll be rich.
knows if Iíll find a wife,
But thatís just a minor little glitch.
that nagging worry still lingers. I
wonder if I can be the conqueror?
what happens if the worldís way fails, and all I am is a liar and slanderer?
donít want to be destroyed,
I know I canít withstand an attack.
do you think God would be annoyed,
If unto Him I bring the worries Iíve
this is awful! What am I suppose to do?
world is here before me, and like others, Iím sure I can make it too.
yet why hasnít it happened?
Why isnít the money piling up?
world is going rampant,
But whereís itís overflowing cup?
is believing things unseen, so perhaps itís faith I must seek.
in the things of the world I see, there is no future, no hope.
find itís pretty bleak.
Iíll try this thing called faith,
Putting off the way of the world.
turn my heart to praise,
And build my treasure behind those gates so
heart is healed, no longer hardened.
that, my past is pardoned.
and worries are now God protected!
My trust for that, is Faith in Him.
choice Iíve made has been selected,
And my treasure chest, Heís filling beyond
SelahWorries by Ronhales Mark 8:36