Beneath your sea of sorrows hovers hope
To lift you to limpid lakes
Where on the hope slope
You'll will soon reap sweepstakes.
Beneath your flood of fears flies favours
From God who loves and cares for you
To lift you through crags in endeavours
That bring smiles and succor anew.
Beneath your torrent of tears trudge treasures
Primed to bequeath in mega measure
Love, hope and pleasures
At home, at church and at leisure.
Beneath your drum of dangers drives a dream
To cast a vast mast
On which you cling to collect the cream
Of hope, love and leisure at last.
Beneath your tankard of tantrums twinkles a star
To shine light in your firmament
Meant to collide your car at a bar
Where in a paradox lies your agile arsenal armament.
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