Supernatural Poem by John Sensele

Smile for a while for miles
Hand over bundles of blues to your creator
Who dares to spare you any piles of biles
Every day, every hour, every minute: he's your inventor.

Smiles for a while in every circumstance
Handle spindles of prayers with reverence and confidence
God cares for your and keeps a close distance
From your bath, path and wrath: let God spare you any blues semblance.

Smiles for a while in the face of any trace or place
Where danger lurks to queer your pitch or turn your day pitch black
For traps and snares under no circumstances can displace
God's protection and affection which never slack.

Smile for a while, file to God your daily prayer
In humble supplication when in the natural
Circumstances take a fake turn for a plague layer
To dissuade you from trusting the thrust of the supernatural.