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