Patience is a tough virtue...
It takes a lot from even the bravest and purest of souls.
You go deep under
Nothing is heard of you.
You are lost in solitary darkness...
Confronted with a scornful glare of your failure and weakness.
You are lost and left behind
And your self respect drowned in the lake of the dead.
No one is coming for you
You must serve the full sentence of fate...
Till the Exalted Cherubs sets you forth again
A liberated and tested anointed.
Patience is an anti-matter that teleports you to your destiny.
With a great price! !
If Jesus can endure it...
Why not I or You?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem