(373) Trust In……….. Poem by Melvina Germain
(373) Trust In………..
I’m no slave, yet you pit me here.
The verge of death's grave.
To sleep, weep in the mudded dirt.
You take away my body’s tattered shirt.
I’m no slave, you wretched tyrant.
You loud- mouthed, fat- bellied master.
It is not you, whom I fear, no.
It’s the Lord above, who sent me here.
He sent me to this troubled land.
To stand ground, dig deep my soul.
It is he whom I fear most of all.
Without him, I will never stand tall.
Take what you will, beat me as you must.
I will endure, to the Lord I give my trust.
Written: August 25/2006
great write, Melvina. inner light dealing with outer strife. i love the picture of the struggle. -Tailor
A passionate poem. It speaks of revolt against the hand of man, submission to the hand of the divine. I like it very much. - Will
You suffer but it's not a suffering for you; come to a conclusion as your firm belief on the God within yourself.That trust speaks in this poem.
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True, Our only Master in whom we trust and lead our earthly life in fortitude! Yet, what a loving Master, our God is! He waits with love to give us BLISS! God bless you, Melvina Please read my poem, 'We gotta live, ' love, Dr John Celes