The flowers in my garden: friendship, love and acquaintance
Bloomed in full fragrance
In scents of belief, regard and trust
As the months marched from April to August.
Ravaging winds blew up the ground
And reality was found,
Some only swayed while some uprooted
Disaster arrived and minds polluted.
Like a dartboard I lay open for all
With each word thrown neared my fall
Shooting at every sphere of my life but missing the point
Shattering every corner and cutting off all my joints.
In doubt, in confusion, and in pain
In misjudgement, embarrassment and in shame.
I cried with Job, "O Lord! Remember me, your handcrafted clay"
Don't forsake me, don't leave me here today,
My Saviour saith,
"Hupomeno: remain in vibrant faith."
Praise God! Devil is bucking at what I'm doing
Sending pawns to attack and to ruin
God's will that I want to carry
His Spirit that abides in me.
Their mistake is not my truth
I will not let them buy my youth
Kneeling, praying or even crawling
Yet determined to answer His calling.