The Hands Of God

Rosualdo is just an ordinary person with an extraordinary God, who wants to spread God’s words and love through writing articles and poems.

As the needle of anguish begins to rain

my heart shouts for pain

and my strength starts to drain

when the grief reach my brain

As the knife of failures starts to chop

my energy moves to dip and drop

and my being can't stand the flop

when the damage begins to pop

As the fire of loneliness starts the turn

my happiness proceeds to dry and burn

and my mood stir and move to mourn

when sadness succeeded to upturn

As the hammer of adversities begins to pound

my life fall and collapse to the ground

and my spirit’s leverage turnaround

when it cannot penetrate the hardship’s mound

When I have decided to surrender

for my courage and strength lost the power

and the suffering and loss jumps to plunder

a hand touch and bring me to a strong tower

The hands of God cared to reinforce and revive

my weak and powerless spirit to stride

and enable me to prevail and to survive

from the loss and agony’s surging tide

It puts on a fabulous and tremendous joy

to set me free from unhappiness’ cloy

and gives enormous provisions to enjoy

to counteract the affliction’s ploy

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