A woman giving birth,
To a child,
Has pain,
Because her time has come.
By the prayers on Sabbath,
God’s plan is already laid,
And by continuing His reign,
Tears never alarm.
The clouds have found a path,
Making a big stride,
And bring forth some rain,
Never being a bum.
God has made us worth,
Turned us to a guild,
Sent Christ to be slain,
For our faith to be firm,
He brought to cease His wrath,
To His word we’ll abide,
By these showers we’ll gain,
Blessings in each palm.
He has got a well done math,
Even at the highest tide,
Neither to bring our work to vain,
Nor our crop’s prices to a slump.
God let us till the earth,
Deep into the wild,
To sow grain,
So we’ll have plenty some,

Author: sander_ochy

I am a journalist, a poet, a spoken word artist, a writer, and performer. Life is all I write about. #Freeverse254

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