If the future seems bleak,
I'm not afraid.
The Lord will bless up.
Whenever darkness eats my light,
He is a lamp to brighten up my world!
In my tears;
He intervenes and sends a host of angels to smile with me when i smile.
Even when i cry,
I'm not afraid;
They cry along with me.
In a bottomless pit of shadow walkers,
He raises me high.
None of their thirsty souls can never lick my tasty blood.
I'm not afraid to be weak.
I always find strength in Him!
In his arms, dreams and wishes are alive!
My morrow is luscious.
In my rise i will not tire for more till the Lord grants me a dinary of satisfaction.
Writing for the edification and glorification of the Lord Almighty is the hallmark of ingenuity. A beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its a great poem. Hello country man