I'm surrounded by proseperity
At every way I turn
Then why is it for trials
That my heart aches and yearns?
To justify my attitude?
To understand the rest
Of people getting drenched in rain
While I'm dry in my nest?
Children are starving
People are dying
I am complaining
At life's every turn.
Human hearts aching
They are evil's for the taking
And I am worrying
Of society's judgement
I am trying to say,
Typing to be heard,
Whoever reads this
Use your blessings to benefit others
God did not bless you so you could have more expensive things to complain about.
Share your blessings.
If your cup runneth over, at least save the excess for people who need it.
Share with your fellow human beings.
Love one another.
Blessings beget blessings and so forth.
