In The Midst of Luxury

You who live in luxury,
Rich kids, they call you;
Never worked a single day of your lives,
Yet you make a fuss of how much you have to do,
You have trust funds, but say you don't have enough money,
You've never experienced hardship,
Yet you complain so much.

So, how does it make sense?
So much, yet so little,
Too much, yet not enough,
Nothing is ever good enough,
Is it luxury?
But, of course, it is!
But, you make it seem like the pits

Maybe it makes sense,
But, not so for you.
You seem so blind to the blessings of God,
I pray the scales of your eyes would fall off,
i pray that you could see,
The wonders The Lord has done,
For you and for me

Amanda Jeysing; only one in this world:)