Dear GOD,
Everyday, You give us challenges
And triumphs.
We just don't know what would really happen
Even if we have plans.
But then, help our plans prosper,
And in case, there's another doing
Then stick out your rod fast and hard -
Your will is for the good of all.
We just don't know
So we'd continue to work and dream,
And find out your surprises meant for us all.
Your will is our faith.
'Don't let these proud men trample me.
Don't let their wicked hands push me around.
Look! They have fallen.
They are thrown down and will not rise again.'
Clean our hearts, dear GOD
Then bless us with abundance on this earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem