Do I not feel Disappointed?
Do I not feel Despised?
Do I not feel Rejected?
Do I not feel Dejected?
Do I not feel Frustrated?
Do I not feel Forsaken?
Do I not feel Humiliated?
Do I not feel Foiled?
Yes, I do..
Oh Lord, Yes, I do…
But, Your abundant Grace
Grants me the stance
To wear a sweet smile
All through the while.
And as I seek Your face
Lord, I hear Your sweet voice
“Son, let it rain
For a while it might pain
But come to My Altar
Lest your feet falter.”
Lord, You taught me the key
Always to be happy
To remain detached
Than to carry a heart that is patched.
Always to smile
In the midst of turmoil
And to wait upon Thee
Rather than to flee
And, I know Lord, for sure
That IN CONTROL YOU ARE…! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem....The best part of it is.... “Son, let it rain For a while it might pain But come to My Altar Lest your feet falter.” But, some times it rains in the Altar too. then? ? ?