Den Of Pain's Lake - Poem by MELVIN BANGGOLLAY
DEN OF PAIN'S LAKE
There are times when things get worst
No matter how we prayerfully accost
To the Devine Providence to shout
His guiding light and mercy to sprout.
There are times when times so rough
rushing with trials like bellowing rafts
Putting us in the quagmire of pains
that it seems we could never regain.
At times like this, cling with all faith
that all these mess will be out of fate
for God who always hear our prayers
Take us out to see golden laughters.
God blesses the deepness of our faith
Even sometimes we realize too late
and only call Him when trouble at stake
and our life is in the den of pain's lake.
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