Small
SMALL
SMALL CRIES I TAKE BEFORE I SLEEP
‘IS IT THE ANSWER TO DEAL WITH PROBLEMS?’
I ASK MYSELF
SMALL PROBLEMS FOR A SMALL PERSON
IS IT NECESSARY TO SHED SMALL TEARS?
SMALL EVERYTIME I AM IN PAIN
‘ARE MY SORROWS TOO SMALL TO BE CONSIDERED IN HEAVEN?’I ASK THE LORD
IT IS TOO HARD TO GROW, IF GROWING MEANS GETTING THROUGH PAIN
I SOMETIMES SEE LIGHT, BUT TRY HARD TO KEEP IT BURNING
LOST IN THE MIST OF LIFE, LOVE AND FEAR
PLEASE HELP ME LORD, I AM JUST A CHILD.
Copyright © Mapaseka Prudence Tshuwa | Year Posted 2012
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