Treasure Island

Adegbite Adeyinka

(14-05-1991)

Still The Tears


Wipe the tears that drip down from your cheek
Grief will not give the answer you seek;
Though your cloud seems dark and the future, bleak
Hang not your head down as though you are weak;
Harness the strength which, inside you, lies
The days are bright says always the wise;
Hold not the thought to end your life
It would be the start of an endless strife;
See beyond the times you are going through
The Father, He cares for me and you;
Still the tears and wipe away your fears
In the end, your life will be worth the years

Submitted: Monday, March 10, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 11, 2014

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Dedicated to those encountering difficult times. Do not lose hope.

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