Saturday, 15 January 2011

God’s Own Timing

Mortal Man,
Suffer, Mortal Man, Suffer
Find comfort in the solitude of your worries
Look back to the day gracefully
Never whine, never curse
Armour yourself with faith of a new day
Don’t worry of tweedle little things
Dream instead of all possibilities
Wrought by big vision and big faith

Mortal Man,
Forsaken you are not
Clay is made brick in furnace
Gold is not gold without heat
Darkest it is before dawn
I have seen men rise from grass to class
Why should you despair?

Mortal Man, stand firm
Your foothold be the Mountain Peaks
Your grasp be the Stars
Your hope be Transcendent
Your Faith be to Tororot.

C) Lorot Salem 2011


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