I cry unto Thee my GOD
I lament
I complain
I am scared to the utmost
Soon, there will be no one to protect
From all the enemies -
So I cry to you, Father! Father!
'Lord how you have helped me before. You took me safely from my mother's womb and brought me through the years of infancy. I have depended upon you since birth; you have always been my God. Don't leave me now for trouble is near and no one else can possibly help.'
You are King, Lord. Don't stay away.
Smite the evil ones to punishment and carry the just ones on your your soft clouds forever.
Please guide us. Let your mercy and grace sustain our frail bodies and weak hearts; so shall we be renewed and joyful everyday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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