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