God doesn’t allow us problems, we can’t take;
He won’t abandon us nor us forsake;
Accept your yoke and cross for Lord Christ’s sake;
But be alert, righteous, always awake!
‘Take up your cross and follow me! ’ Christ spake;
Let Tempter’s craftiness come in our wake;
No crocodile can harm us in a lake;
Though clay vessel, we are God’s special make.
Let sufferings come, travail and pain or ache;
We cannot eat as well as keep the cake;
Why mix more flour, if we can’t surely bake?
The Holy Spirit shows us what is fake!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-11-2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem