My Own Beloved Master Poem by Obed dela Cruz

Though I fall on the bloody ground,
And my enemies all around,
And when my foes stripped my heart using a sword,
Only I can do is to cry to my Lord.
When my enemies hit me with a rod,
Only I can do is to cry to my God.

For my blessed God loves me so,
And He never treated me like a foe,
He treats me like His own son.

I’ll not fight God starting morning till dawn,
I will love Him so much till the very end.
Coz this life I have to Him I only lend.

I will sing to Him lovely songs.
This decision will not be wrong.
I will worship God forever and ever
Fighting and rejecting Him will be never
For in my life He will be my own master
I will treat Him like my own Beloved Master.

Copyright © 2009 by Obed Dela Cruz

(To use this poem in a legal way, you could email me in princeobed_dc@yahoo.com but of course, you cannot own the poem because you will be violating some of the rules and laws of information systems and copyright)

(July 21,2009; Marikina City; 5: 32PM)