A blessed recovery is God's own plan...
Him up above, rewards prayer down
to a God loving man.
Illness and disease goes on a trip or retreat...
All suffering will be met by prayer for man's
illness-defeat.
World wars will be diminished after heated debate...
God's will, will count and not be too late.
Plum'ed clouds form and rise up towards hemisphere's air...
All will be happy, without even a worry or care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fervent faith in father God my friend!