I think about it all the
time.
It doesn’t seem
fair.
It doesn’t seem
right.
I try to make the equation work,
but it doesn’t.
They don’t give you
the time of day.
They couldn’t care less
about your law.
They are proud of their pride.
they are so arrogant
their tongues
strut.
They mock your
existence.
They scoff at your
boundaries.
They not only make threats,
they resort to
violence.
Their boasting is their
bling.
I usually swallow
my questions,
but I’m roaring
inside.
It makes me tired to
think about it,
and it does make
my obedience
seem like a waste.
They seem to have little
trouble.
They seem to seldom
suffer.
But I do!
And while I suffer,
they are
fat and happy.
Then in my confusion
It hit me.
This is but
a moment,
a dream,
a mist,
a vapor,
a quick passage through
a temporary place.
This is not
my home.
This is a journey
toward home.
They think this is home,
but this is not
home.
Please guide me on my way.
Please hold me with your hand.
And when I am
weary
and my heart is about to
fail
and my reserves of strength are
gone,
please help me to
remember
that they have ease and riches
but
I have you,
And you will be my
strength and portion
forever.
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Truly God is good to Israel, to those who are pure in heart. But as for me, my feet had almost stumble, my steps had nearly slipped. For I was envious of the arrogant when I saw the prosperity of the wicked. Psalm 73:1-3
Do you ever feel as if obeying God isn’t worth it because those who don't follow him seem to be succeeding? But what is the error in this sort of thinking?
How regularly do you remind yourself that you have not yet reached your final home?
For further study and encouragement, read Luke 16:19-31
