Regarding good works that you do,
Expecting nothing less,
Sometimes I pause to pray for you,
Perhaps with some success...
Eventually, good things occur,
Come sunshine, or come rain,
Transforming sorrows to a blur,
For blessings yet to gain...
Undoing what our errors cause,
Love blots out sins and fears,
Look to the Lord, for He ensures
Your hopes and dreams for years...
Denis Martindale July 2016.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem