A heart hit with times of failured troubles...
Equal's pain hurled hard at my heart.
I pray to God that my troubles will leave...
That through God's guidence, i'll become real smart.
God can and may often soften the blows,
Of which many may scar and ache...
Perhaps from prayer into the morrow',
God will erase all heart's pains to take.
Suffering from a life almost too painful to take...
May God well steal the evil Devil's cause,
God will conquer, He'll erase evil's mistakes.
In the end God does matter...
In our hearts, will He forever, ever stay.
Exellent poem Michael, For there is no other place to turn.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
MIKE...VERY NICELY PENNED....AND WORDS THAT RING EVERTRUE... ''''''''''''''''''''FRANK