Sunny sky, or heavy rain:
Hope, grief, joy, or pain,
While in this life you travel through
Let the Saint prevail
in you!
Above the rest, or in a hole,
amidst the rigors to the soul,
let humble hearts beat strong and true
and let the Saint prevail
in you!
When filled with doubt, and questions stir
the Spirit speaks of something sure...
'In all that you can say and do
let the Saint prevail
in you! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem