J-ust stay in the prayer zone,
A-s the storm starts to brew;
M-ake your faith in God solid, strong, and true.
J-uly eighteenth Tuesday
O-pens beneath the heaven;
L-et the rain disappear
I-nto vile weather's
E-nd.
G-od listens to the call
O-f the people of His own;
M-iss not to get inside
E-arly morn prayer
Z-one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for sharing, this beautiful poem of prayer.