A Poem to My Father in Heaven !
It feels like the dust would never settle,
Please Father, I’m running out of mettle,
I know, I know, your temporal order is instrumental,
Please Father, please be gentle.
The enemy’s tyranny could be detrimental,
It’s already evident to be fatal,
The hearts of your warriors are now brittle,
Please Father, may the waiting period whittle !
Secure me Father, in your safe haven,
Until the passing of the time of indignation,
The deep layer of dust has my soul stricken,
Please Father, let your will hasten !
For the times I’ve wavered from your love,
You chastened me from above,
Descending upon me as a dove,
Cleansing my soul through your blood !
~William Sagayaraj~
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