My dreams are scattered, not shattered.
There are times when words don’t matter.
You look & see the wicked getting fatter
Led by some deranged mad hatter.
You pray, Dear Lord, bring out the next batter!
But He’s busy mixing the morning batter.
Meanwhile this physical life will flatter
Until your heart beat is straight & flatter
Wishing you would’ve been gooder instead of badder.
With all the joys of life, why are we sadder?
Start with releasing your pride like a full bladder
In Faith we know our true spirit is gladder
For no matter, even if our dreams are scattered
He’ll put them in order….on a golden platter.
Colossians Chapter One ✨✝️🕊 ⛲️🌻🐝
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