Darkness falls, chaos reigns,
And the yoke of burden lays on us,
The weight of our Worries,
Crushing us to pieces.
If the World is without worry,
A World it is not,
Men with no troubles,
Men they are not.
We escape from troubles,
Like prey from predator,
Troubles are our gallows,
Our inner most fears.
But to be able to smile,
Amidst all the fear,
To be optimistic,
Among the Storms of Life.
He who is able to do thus,
Joy will he find in life,
He who is able to laugh,
In the face of trouble,
It is peace that he will find.
Our worries we lay on God,
The yoke of burden He carries,
We can rest in his bosom,
And find tranquility like no other.
Argh!!! That feels better...getting that off my chest....
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