In the face of trouble, I bless You, Lord.
Never will I curse Your holy name.
May I never degrade You with evil words,
But praise You and give You high acclaim.
While others in their defiance curse and swear,
Making themselves seem an uneducated bunch,
I will keep singing Your praises, from here to there.
Their words like insects I will crunch.
I will bless You, Lord, with this gift You gave me.
I shout to the hills with my paper and pen.
From great shyness and fear You have saved me.
So, I bless You and praise You. Amen and amen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem