You my God,
you are always
there to protect me
in my terrible loneliness,
in rain and wind.
in my utter poverty,
in my tears and sorrows.
I thank you my Lord.
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This is true that God always protects us whether we pray or not. Under his arm we ever say in safety. In terrible loneliness and poverty he gives us companion and wealth of love. An excellent poem is well penned.