My Testimony

The day I had to force a smile, For a moment I was imbecile, I had to pretend just for a while, Unable to walk; I was immobile. Lying on that bed I was in great pain, But for a moment I confused my brain, After all I had undergone I had to refrain, Like a poet I thought of writing a cinquain. Today I can testify there is God in Heaven, I feel His presence when having a sweven, He is a wonder working God; I have Shriven, He truly lives and through me He has proven.