At times I feel the end is near,
My outlook often turns bleak,
I cry and mope and feel depressed,
Not realizing that it is only just a test.
This test was to see how strong I was,
Whether or not I would stand,
It tested my faith in God,
Who always holds my hand.
Ungrateful, disgruntled, selfish,
No regard for the beauty of life I hold,
I complain and sigh and act as if I have no saving grace,
No savior to calm my soul.
But God, ever loving, ever faithful, ever forgiving,
Always pulls me through, especially when I let go,
He wipes my tears and calms my fears,
Always opening doors and listening to my prayers.
So now when I feel depressed it only lasts a short while,
I have faith in the God I serve and with that I wear a smile,
If my wishes are not his plans though hurt I will let go,
His plans for me are so much greater and He will guide me where to go.
' The Lord has not forgotten you. He who counts the stars will not forget His children. It is as if you were the only creature He ever fashioned or the only saint He ever loved...' ~ Charles H. Spurgeon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is agreat poem i am about to cry it is what we need to read to help us to just let go