Listen to me, my dear.
On a bright Sunday morning, With birds chirping in the sky. So often do you see a mother and her child disputing beguile. Amid the cold, wintry breeze. Amid the busy faces lie a smile all setting off for work in air conditioned office rooms, stuffy cubicles and lifeless sights. There too flies a dove singing. Up in a treehouse or down in a mansion. Designer or department store? Mankind so prone to worry. The school bus and the little girl is crying. Crying not of joy for being able to go to school and study...crying because her Physics exam in the two hour future is too hard. While nature sings its sweet songs. 'Listen to me, my dear' He says! Are you deaf or do your Beats by Dr Dre beat so hard you cannot hear me chirp, breeze, smile and sing? Sorrow looks back, worry looks forward and faith looks at Jesus! Give him all your worries after all he died for your sins not his and let him rise you up.