Trusting God
I used to think my ship would come in
Dreaming of fortune, a modicum of fame,
But learning to be content where I am
Has taught me the real name of the game.
Finding oneself and being happy inside
Is more important than loads of currency
Though security is certainly a desirable
So is just knowing “the Lord will provide.”
When the fates deal me some bitter pill
And my future is looking especially grim,
I need to remember He’s with me still,
Sustenance depends on my trusting Him.
Written August 8, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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