WHY

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Why the worry?
When you have your heavenly Father
Why the struggle
When you have the Holy Spirit as your helper
Why the bitterness
When you have a sweet savior
Why the poverty
When you have an inheritance in God
Why the idleness
When the harvest is here and ready
Why the sitting and folding of arms
When His hands are stretched out calling
On you to hold on to it
Why the lack of faith
When with faith like a mustard seed you are good to go
Why the fear
When the one in you is the greatest
Why the failure
When the victorious one died for you
So when the whys keeps coming
Just know that you are is complete image

BY  ISOKEN ADISA-ISIKALU.  


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