Fortunate

When you wake up from your slumber, And the problems place at your front; They are truly tough to resolve, As they are like a typhoon's brunt. When the darkness is tenacious, Choosing to spread on your ambient; Close your both eyes and pray to God, Asking to have no strength descent. When your puissance comes from the Lord, He's your refuge during distress; God will answer your earnest cry, Turning your tears into success. The peace of mind and redemption Erase the woes, anguish, and fret; Let the Father clean up your hands, You're God's servant so fortunate. Translated by Bernard F. Asuncion from Jez Rico Cuenta's MAPALAD