J-ust when everything is lost,
A-llow your faith to remain,
Y-ou shall live your life
V-ery well under the rain.
E-very twenty-ninth September, the morn breaks as usual;
N-ew dawn does the same to make you feel so special.
R-elieve the doubt and fear
U-ntil you trust in the Father's word;
B-elieve that you are fortunate
I-n the eyes
O-f the Lord.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem