If you are thrown into a lion’s den,
The hungry beasts will surely you devour;
Pray to the Lord who saves you from beasts/ men
Of evil, even in the eleventh hour.
If you’re out-numbered by many bad men,
Who want to take revenge on you for sure,
Pray to the Lord and He’ll protect you when
You Say, ‘make my heart chaste and my soul pure.’
When if your fight ‘gainst evil succeeds not,
Just like a snail, return into your shell;
God reinforces and protects your Lot,
And very soon, all things will end quite well.
When Hope is like a tap without water,
Pray to the Lord, He will surely cater.
6-23-2001
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem