Through God Alone
If it would have been
Or I could have seen
This war within
I wouldn't be between
If the sun had come out
And the rain ceased
My puzzle, no doubt
Would be pieced
Just a few dollars more
To fill my pocket
My success would soar
You couldn't stop it
If I could just get
I need only acquire
This log would fit
In my tiny fire
But I recall the time
I asked and received
The one shiny dime
Oh how I did need
For a moment, I had
The final piece
A split second of glad
Quickly deceased
It wasn't long
Till I yearned for more
I had been dead wrong
The devil did lure
There exists no token
For majestic living
Jesus has spoken
His life has been given
Joy can be found
Through God alone
The only sound
With perfect tone
Thoughts of greed
Enter my mind
It's where they breed
The most evil kind
But I have the tools
A God given gift
To beat these fools
When I filter and sift
I'm intelligent enough
To know without doubt
Stuff is just stuff
And Joy, it won't sprout
I still fight these demons
On a daily basis
Full grown and their semen
The most hideous faces
But they are merely crows
And I, the farmer
Inspecting my rows
In shining armor
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2016
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