HOPE

"What oxygen is to the lung, such is hope for the meaning of life."

Saturday, May 28, 2011

BROKEN REED!


BROKEN REED!

Often, our brethren are like deceitful brooks

They are the blank pages in so many books,

Your friends they are, except in your need

Suddenly they become, a broken reed


Our God must always be first

Only then we will never thirst,

Sunshine or rain he will never fail

He is Almighty and never frail


In good or bad times He is always there

He is all knowing and forever fair,

Depend on Him you can be sure

His unconditional love is very pure


So, do not suffer in your grief

Go to him in belief,

Be your problems big or small

God is forever standing tall!


© Sheriff G Ali 2006-2011


Author’s Comments


Union with the Lord is a coronet of beauty, outshining all the blaze of imperial pomp!

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