© 2014 J. Mark Witters
Wake and pray each morning, Pray and sleep each night.
In between, convince myself to not give up the fight.
Some may count on money, others search for fame.
But His Word's all I will need- forever and ever, the same.
Ominous forces might seem everywhere,
but there's a light piercing through, guiding me here to there.
No need to worry what the day will bring.
He watches over the sparrow, so to the Rock I cling.
It's a panopticon, fish in a bowl.
Wild social experiments' gotten out of control.
Elitist conundrum- what will they do
When they're not worshiped, or even held
In esteem by either me or you?