O help me Lord to look beyond the fog!
This heavy I can’t withstand for long;
And sometimes it is thicker and called smog;
But soon in light and warmth, I’ll be among.
The God in us directs us to do good;
Let anything stand in our way and yet,
In sun or rain or wind/ slippery mud,
We must not hesitate or fume or fret.
God gives good men the intuition to look
Beyond the many hassles that hinder;
The good and bad are mentioned in His Book,
And woes are but the Maker’s reminder!
God will not lose a single soul He loves!
His righteous men are akin to white doves!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem