Thy Will Oh Lord Poem by Shanika marini Paul

THY WILL! Thy Will! Oh Lord
Art thou to blame?
For errors and blunders
That man doth make
Blame he does he, for life's raw deal,
But did he not be the evils will? ?

Curses doth he in thy name;
When ever he falls victim In Satan's game,
Pleadeth doth he in prayer so deep,
As the price to pay now bundles in heap

Hath he forgotten, the fame and shame?
Both walk united I destiny's game.
Yet! he forgot the oh "Mighty God",
Made The Gleam of fortune
Sit in thy space.

Now he doth shed tears in vein
Upon the loss o his material game
Seeks he solace, and comfort of soul
Seeks he forgiveness,
Near thy throne

Man when will ye wake up!
Pick thy litter
Stand up!
Love thy God
For no harm shall cometh upon you
Copy rights: Teacher Shanika Paul
U/graduate BA English(OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , DIP; AMI/PSY(CAMBRIDGE) Trained Teacher(IMSD)