Fortunate Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

When you wake up from your slumber,
And the problems place at your front;
They are truly tough to resolve,
As they are like a typhoon's brunt.

When the darkness is tenacious,
Choosing to spread on your ambient;
Close your both eyes and pray to God,
Asking to have no strength descent.

When your puissance comes from the Lord,
He's your refuge during distress;
God will answer your earnest cry,
Turning your tears into success.

The peace of mind and redemption
Erase the woes, anguish, and fret;
Let the Father clean up your hands,
You're God's servant so fortunate.

Translated by Bernard F.
Asuncion from Jez Rico Cuenta's
MAPALAD