He looked down upon her, and shook his head.
How could she not see the joy her actions had led?
How could she be frustrated, with all the joy up here?
The angel then realized that she hadn’t attuned the correct ear.
How could she be frustrated that she was not making a profit on earth,
If all of her actions led to things of eternal worth?
The angel descended and spoke through a friend.
All she needed was encouragement to defend.
The Enemy would not get his girl today,
With all the others fighting for her to keep the enemy at bay!
The girl picked up her armor which had fallen out of her hand.
She then saw what was happening, and against the devil she took a stand.
“I am okay if I don’t meet my goals,” she proclaimed.
“I have made progress, and it is by God I am claimed!
“I have been working and trying, and that was the goal.
“I can’t beat myself up because of what I can’t control!”
The angel above her smiled to the skies.
She had finally cleared her head of all the worthless lies.
“I am good enough, and I am doing this right!”
The girl shook a fist as she started to write.
“Why am I looking for my worth in money?
“As if I don’t know God? That’s funny.
“But I am his child, and he calls me a masterpiece.
“One day I will see and know how it fits, this piece.”
The girl down on Earth shook her head.
She was doing all she could in her stead.
She couldn’t control what other people did;
That was on them and herself she kid.
Only God could do something where she could not.
She should be speaking with him instead of feeling distraught!
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The author of this poem looks through the words and into your eyes.
Are you, too, guilty of believing these lies?
Are you distressed by something you cannot control?
As if, on your own, you can change the public opinion poll?
Here is the solution, for all your troubles (it’s broad):
TRUST IN GOD.
You have to make a decision before you solve a problem.
If the decision is to trust God, it’s awesome.
Then it doesn’t matter what the solution may be;
It’ll work out later because you trusted in He.
These are the things I’ve been learning lately.
And I, the girl of the poem, have been moved by this greatly!
I try and try and try, but without God, my attempts are futile.
Pretty soon, all this work and self-reliance is brutal.
So trust in God, I shout it to the skies.
I hear it come back to me, my pleading cries.
Because I’m the one who needs to hear it.
And that is why for myself, this poem, I’ve writ.
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Anna E Meyer
Anna E. Meyer 