Training - Poem by Saiyuri Oliver
There are many things I'm grateful for
The Lord has given me so much
And He has removed many obstacles
His hand lies on my shoulder
And guides me day to day
Sorrow is only one form of pain
And pain is only weakness leaving the body
He molds me and tests me
To make sure I am strong
I ask in defiance, 'Have I not been through enough? ! '
He answers, 'My child, I do not want to cause you pain'
'So why, Lord, must I cry; why must I hurt? '
And He replies, 'Because my followers are trained to be strong'
I don't like it but I must accept it
My Lord will never give me something I could not handle
Like a soldier, I'm being trained
Like a Marine, I know my training is superior
Regardless of what lies in my path
I know I will overcome
Those who wish to stop me are against me
And I will continue marching
And I will continue praying
Forever confident that my Lord will keep me in His favor
And protect me from what I can't fight alone
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