I woke up this morning and felt like being creative. So I formulated some thoughts on today’s election and decided to put them in a poem. My hope isn’t found in who sits in the White House in January. My hope is in the King of kings that was in full control over Pharaoh, Nebuchadnezzar, Xerxes, Caesar, James, and is still in full control over world leaders today. So, my hope gets to be unwavering and I hope that your hope does too.
It’s not about you and it’s not about me.
It’s not about the “system” to which we cling.
It’s not about the firsts that are on the brink.
It’s not up to us anyway.
It’s not about the red, about the black, white, or blue.
It’s not about the information we’re fed on the news.
It’s not about the Millennials, Gen X, or Baby Boom.
It’s not about us and it never has been.
We’ve lived for so long thinking we call the shots;
that the elected representatives are the ultimate crux.
We think we are gods and that God should serve us
and keep us so safe and secure how we want.
This illusion of power of which we’re convinced
has never been real, we’re just wrong once again.
We’ve put all our faith in some liars and cheats
and forget that the King’s in control of all things.
The King’s still on His throne and is over all things.