Too many times, we’re consumed by our worries,
We forget to be thankful for the little He’s given.
We’re weighed down by the encumbrances of life,
We become ignorant of the one who holds us and the burden we think we hold.
We’re lost sheep, blind and without our fur to clothe,
The trees very own ungrateful leaves;
But nonetheless he holds us,
Raises us above the world that we may once more be comforted.
His outstretched arm, a sign of victory.
His outstretched arm, the sign of our victory.
Image by Pst Joshua Okpara