Trials Poem by Katie Figueroa

Whispering winds, and trendy trends
Calm assurance and worldy whims
Tides of love and mind bends
Peace of God and evil shims.

Pro and con,
For and against.
He has won.
Evil always relents.

As a raging river the shore it beats,
People, the trials increased.
To get strong, the furnace heats.
In Jesus the sufferings released.

Peaceful mountian high,
Spiceful valley below
Conquering, not whining why
After the trial, blessings flow.