When life bury you in a pit.
What can I do? Just climb, or sit!
When you try everything, but nothing
works. Mere existence, yes it hurts!
We were created with a purpose, that
Is God's plan. But if we lack that purpose,
could we move and stand.
The economy and life's woes - things
seems dreary and our faces show.
Joseph was thrown in a pit. He prayed
to God and kept his wit.
We all go through tests, as temptations
bond. Within these moments, we need
a sound. A song of hope, a song of
praise. While trails persist for many days.
Everything is for a season and every test
has its reason.
- Author: The BlackShakespeare ( Offline)
- Published: October 5th, 2021 09:24
- Category: Short story
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