Hopelessness

A man with dreams to be great Was sold as a slave to a foreign land Purchased by a cabinet minister Fell out of favour with his master’s wife Spent half a decade in jail- though innocent But restored thereafter and promoted to be great A people with promise To be a soured of blessings to mankind But spent four hundred years as slaves Only allowed to go to the wilderness to worship Sandwiched between the invaders and the red sea But the battle was fought and won by God. A woman that lived with incessant flow Spent everything she had Despised by all that came her way Ridiculed as she walks the streets And just a touch changed her life The little woman was sick and needed help The father sought the attention of the master physician Though the girl died But the master still visited her At her bed her life was restored. Though the master was informed of his ill heath He did not come until he died For four days he remained in the grave All hoped she would rise again on the resurrection But our Lord would always show himself God Though your life might seem spent And every effort wasted Every help sought and every avenue explored Things have refused to work And nothing seem to stand These had happened before Worse than could be imagined Yet he remained God There is nothing too hard for him.