Ev'ry desolate ground, we harrow,
Though constrained on ev'ry way - wide and
narrow;
Hit by ev'ry weapon: bow and arrow,
Not know'n what await us on the morrow.
One thing we know - joy afta the sorrow.
We ain't d first to be accused,
The fathers b4 us, they abused;
Their preachings - they refused;
More so, their lives, they diffused.
We do not live high and mighty,
But d world sees us guile and guilty,
To them, we are rags and filthy;
They hate us - kill us - sheer cruelty.
In this gospel herein we are charged,
Going all out - God's Kingdom to enlarge.
The truth in our bellies we conceive,
It's from d Lord we receive
And we do no one deceive.
Amen
Very deep and devotional. A poem written just like a prayer. Our hopes and dreams is alive in God. An eloquent write.
Amen...! What powerful assertion in such sweetly rhyming verse. When you receive from the Lord, you'll have the power and strength to enlarge God's Kingdom! Loved reading it!
Writing for the edification of our Lord is the hallmark of wisdom. Remain blessed Bro.
Very Beautiful Write! ! ! Strongly Put! ! ! Thank You For Sharing! ! !
A well-crafted piece on the germane theme of spiritual nourishment...10/10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strong emotion and quite meaningful. You express yourself well, this is a good poem.