All things we do, may not be good for us;
Some things we yearn for, God denies for goods;
Nevertheless, we must never God curse;
He knows soul's poison's from virtuous foods.
We can't-expect miracles all the-time;
Sometimes, God allows us to struggle much;
Our sufferings could turn our lives sublime;
God heals the wounds of heart with Grace's touch.
Yet, God prefers all souls to heed to Him;
Each one is meant to do some special things;
And yet, the soul should be most pure and trim.
For Heaven's skies needs Birds with righteous wings!
And when we listen to whatever God tells;
We will some day surely toll Heaven's bells.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem