The Brilliant Prize

Submission to "Randomly Writing Poetry"

It's not a random accident,
To be in the midst of storms,
While circumstances rage,
We are all given a prize.

Ease your troubled mind,
Cast your grief aside,
Gather up your worries,
Rest your weary eyes.

Don't miss out on today,
Fretting about tomorrow,
The Creator's in control,
His love, brilliant as gold,

For peace past understanding,
Turn over your cares to Him,
Be a witness to His wonder,
His glorious presence behold.

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My Poetry  (E) Come as you are. #2034965 by Vanishing Vapor