A poem for my Weary Soul.

Peace! I speak unto my weary soul;

Our Mighty God is in control.

Remember His lasting faithfulness,

And joy in that assuring gladness;

Pay little attention to the cumbersome life sideshows,

Rather indulge wholeheartedly upholding His eternal laws;

Hard as it may,keep pressing on-

The battle's already won.

Say to the Lord
You are to me more than silver & gold

And shout for your victory.

For your burden will soon become history.

Peace! I speak to you my weary soul,

Our Mighty God is in control.

©jazzkuria
04.12.2010 1321hrs
Inspired by the anxiety sorrounding my imminent big break job switch.