A Time of Worry

by @Markie_MarkJr

In the depths of our hearts we are troubled even more.
Where our souls have no rest,
And our minds make their beds
In prisons cells with no escape.
Our pulses race and our bodies ache.

Feeling like life's never served a break-
To the well deserved,
And not just royal birds.
Who live their lives like its a slave to their masters.
No regards for their actions or the things that come after.

Think of the works of nature:
Where God's creatures sing to the heavens and survives the coldest of weathers.
At nights they sleep and they slumber.
They lay and they rest.
They trust in their God who provides and protects.

Their minds are feeble but their hearts are strong.
We are the best of creatures, but the worst of all.
If nature can rest and be surely blessed,
Why can't humans trust in God
To provide and protect?