It Is Ok Mr President
The nights dispel wonders and awe
The days unfold stupendous enigma
Angels are watching over you
As you battle this valiant crusade
A crusade for equality
A crusade for stability
Enmesh with peace and honesty.
Angels are watching over you in the
Midst of this gallant fight
A fight that began several decades before you were born
A fight that spilled the blood of innocent souls
A fight that wiped out hiprocracy and dimishes the enemy.
I can just imagine how it feels to shoulder these responsibilities
And having the entire world shouting and screaming
Yelling for an end to these atrocities, yet in the midst of it all
There are several players, and you should not feel bad after all.
I can just imagine how it feels to inherit an impaired house
And have to renovate it with strong nuts and bolts,
Clean running water sturdy roofs and fortified walls.
I can just imagine how it feels to have sleepless nights
daily tug of war, numerous proposals staring at you
advisors who seem to know it all but at the end you
have to give an account for them all.
There is no end to this lingering worriment
only the supreme one can solve them,
You can give everyone what they want,
But remember that these quandaries existed before your command.
I can just imagine how it feels to have all your excellent
Ideas thrown out the door to endorse something
to appease the greed of the gluttonous existence.
When the world is talking about you
maintain your cool and do not be fooled.
I can just imagine how it feels to have predicament
upon predicament mounting upon your desk
as soon as one is solve you are faced with a gigantic one
You have inherited a legacy of dilemma
And is now taking the blame for what had previously gone wrong
You hold the entire world in your hand so take courage
And face the obstacles patiently one by one.
Hold true to your ideals, peaceful negotiations can give you a solid deal.
Don’t be too concerned about those who continue to wrangle
Do what you believe is right, strengthen your military and
and welcome the anuran without a fight.
When all is said and done you will win this fiery battle.
You will lose some close friends by the way
But God will send the perfect one to give you the right advice
And strengthen you along the way.
Politics is a calculated game,
but God knows that your intentions are true
and he will never leave or forsake you.
I can imagine when moments of sighs permeate your space
And days filled with torrid tears
No one to understand, no one seems to care
Everyone is just looking for a slice of the cake
But in the midst of this you have remained a pioneer.
The people selected you,
But remember that God has appointed you.
You were appointed just in time to avert a worldwide disaster
This is why you are special to the Master.
Anyone who comes against you
will run a thousand miles without a single pair of shoe.
It's ok Mr. President continue to be you
©2013 Christine Phillips
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2013
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