In God's tender hands.
Everything that you desire,
Every little time that you spare,
Lurking around wise endeavours,
You will have it answered.
Some are blessed with dire instances,
And, some with glad tidings.
Anguish rows humans towards the shores of vast experiences.
‘What we cannot see is worth more than what we can —’
As stated in the Scriptures.
We are not how life leads us,
We are how we hold onto the reins to sail past the tumultuous weather.
You can wake up Jesus in doubt of your flesh’s concerns,
Or, smile through the trials to God's extolling of your name,
Amidst an host of divine audience.
Either way, we are humans.
So, let anguish run down the ridges of your nose.
Let it tear down the clothes you wear,
Let it skim over your external outbursts of emotions,
But never let it raise doubts about God's will for your well being.
For I'm here,
As a testament to perseverance through only God's intervention.