Philippians 4: 13 Poem by Cheryl Tutaan
Philippians 4: 13
My saddest soul,
Doesn't know how to smile again;
Doesn't even know the reason,
Maybe you can help her?
Bluer than blue,
The only song in my mind;
Sadder than sad,
How can I make it glad?
How many sighs?
Reaching up into the sky.
If only I could fly,
To touch the blue sky.
Once I sang the lyrics,
Just the sound of the rain;
My cheeks quite lift high,
Suddenly vows through the teardrops of cry.
Yes, you my conscience asked me,
Could you hold it still?
Cheer up and smile,
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
CherylTutaan-SweetLyrehc©
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Interesting piece Cheryl... Sadness does not always have an obvious reason, but perhaps the cure for it does?
Thanks forbdropping by, Vincent... and thank you for such warm comment and vote. Cheryl♡
Through christ anything can possible, he can strengthen in any situation
A poem that captures the strong faith in the Almighty, dear Cheryl.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/28/2024 6:36:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Such an uplifting write, ate Che.... I can feel the words expressed is this marvelous poem you have crafted... Let me mark ot ten++++++++++🤓🤓🤓
Yeheeeey! ! ! 😂😂😂 My heartfelt thanks, Bernard...♡♡♡