C-ontinue serving the Father,
H-e will accept your worship;
E-arly morn third of July,
N-ew vow, you must keep.
S-top not serving the Father,
A-t the hall inside the temple;
G-reat words of wisdom
U-se the love to soothe your soul.
I-n spite of tribulation,
L-et your faith always glow;
O-verflowing with conviction,
N-ever fear the grief and sorrow.
G-od Almighty in heaven
A-waits your praise and prayer;
N-either waver nor wane, continue serving the Father.
Our Father will reward you as his Poet Laureate. Bless you dear poet.
Thanks, Rowena... I treasure your warm visit.... You may also read my HEARTACHES WILL NEVER LAST, BATHE YOUR HEART, and TAKE TIME TO THINK... 👍
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved this poem so much...+++++10, thanks Bernard...
Thanks, Che..... for your unwavering support😘😘😘