Obviously Beekeeper's poem is about being fed up with pollution.



I am the disobedient daughter
of a heavenly King;
and still I feel bad for Him
all the times I think of how
He has been ignored and proclaimed dead.

My Heavenly Father loves me always,
unconditionally, never forsaking,
reaching out when my heart grows dim or I have sinned,
to hold me, to comfort me, even now,
a someone His Son died to save upon that cross as His blood was shed.

My Redeemer, My Creator,
how in rejoicing and praise I should shout and sing,
about my invisible and loving friend;
but to the things of this world, instead, do I bow -
prideful people and those who may ridicule others, do I befriend.

Yet how sweet and silent is my time with God, or when I pray a secret prayer;
not one meant to be heard by all with a fake smile so charming,
but one that is warm, heartfelt, and genuinely sent,
even if I'm just lifting up my daily anger or doubts,
or just plain thanking Him for the meal I've been fed.