Without, am battered
But within, I have the will power,
I am the strength of the lion of the tribe of Judah.
Insurmountable, unbreakable and unmovable.
And my within is my reality.
Awake to a beautiful morning,
The morning of my life.
I Keep taking the blow like a prize fighter in the arena.
Wondering when it will stop, i ponder,
once i don't fail to surrender,
The prize will be mine.
For Patience is better than wisdom.
This i know.
For wisdom without patience is like a garden full of weeds.
Let life budge on and batter me,
Am not bowing my head.
It might even be blooded
But am staying unbowed.
No matter how dark the rain cloud,
The sun must part the blinds and peep through,
You don't believe me?
Ask Noah in the bible
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a great one. thanks fdor shari ng...........