This Lent is drawing to a conclusion;
My life has waxed and waned much like before;
But I'm in life in lesser confusion;
I know God better; devils to the core.
My mind's ready for many more onslaughts;
Let humiliations be showered on me;
My lot is far better than many lots;
I will not blame God for my misery.
My sufferings are nothing like my Lord's;
In silence, I'll carry my cross for Him;
For all His goodness, my heart has no words;
He will not keep my life forever grim.
Like Jesus who resurrected third day,
I'll trounce my problems all in my God's way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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