Let the storm rage its worst,
And the earth quake and burst
Let the mountains shake and rock and crumble
And the trees, let them somersault and tumble
Let the adversary rant and chant and pant
Let them do their worst and wish I faint
Yet my soul, my spirit will be at ease
'Cos I know whom I have believed
January 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a beautiful poem. Bien.