Cup Of Suffering - Poem by Lindani Mahlangu
If it is by your will
take this cup of suffering in front of me,
i pray that your will be done
yours Lord, truly not mine.
I look up the sky
knowing that you will dry the tears in my eyes,
the situation that i'm in is not acceptable,
unless if you can make me capable.
Father! This is dillema
from now on i'm putting you incharge be my programmer,
from the days of my youth
may i live only with a truth.
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