And your luck remains bad
Don't you ever feel sad
Or wonder like a bird
For God's eyes are opened!
When future seems so bleak
Your present radiating no luck
And your past thrived on the dark
Don't you get mucky like a duck
For Gods light will shine!
When poverty strikes your door
And you sleep on a floor
Your pan void of any flour
Don't you ever feel sour..
For God's hands provide!
When you feel roasted in pain
Your goals derailed as train
Conscience choked like Cain
.....Don't think life is in vain!
For God's Mercy will rule!
Copyright © 2010 Meshack Sewe
(I have dedicated this poem to God's constant care and mercy upon us .....whatever tribulations we undergo...God is always there...watching over us...) 
2 comments:
Thank you for your lovely comments, much appreciated :)
I love how heartfelt and personal your poetry is. You really shine through as a writer and it's refreshing to read something so uplifting.
Thanks for letting me find this blog, I'll be following!
poverty never struck my door
my future never bleak
my presence does radiate luck
why do i
still get in a muck?
thanks to tell me that
god's light will shine
even on a blessed life like mine
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