So much money going out
So little money comin' in.
Workin' hard for the week
sweatin' and wishin' for the long day to end.
Volunterin' to work them extra hours
makin' less than minium wage..
Lookin up high askin' God for courage and strength.
Hopin' and wishin' that you can find it deep within'.
Dreamin' of havin' your own
keepin' your head up high
but quick to swallow your pride.
Facin' humiliation at times
that tears of anger and hurt flows down your
face.
But you know there's a God and you take it to the
highest place.
Going to him for comfort and wisdome
you feel good because you walked in him.
Thankin' God for your life
prayin' that he'll keep you livin' long
to see a little of whats to come.
Seeing the life of your young
happiness flows through your heart.
But those tough times you face jus tears you apart.
You feel as though you have a broken heart,
God heals your pain
and blesses your day with a little rain.
You see what he has blessed you with,
and say 'this is such a bliss Lord, I thank you for this.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I sincerely admire you poem, dreadfully, and greatfully, there shall be no words that come spilling out, for your peice of art, written by the passion of your hands, may not be written by the master of my hands, for no word shall be able to notify, the brilliance in your poetry, thus words are meaningless, exactly why it is greatful, though also dreadful.....