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Gloria Charite Poem
Failure
In the buckets of doubts
Slowly, calm my mind goes blank
Hopping, stooping, running, oh, the race is tiresome
What! Who to tell?
Maintaining it pains
Having it gone much more
Most especially when it’s from stress
As beauty pierces one's heart
As affliction darkens her mind
That is the feeling
As stress produces scrunches
As it draws you near the mourning feast
As you get tempted to surrender
That is when it gets worse
As if, it's always as if she was born to have you hurt
Invest in all you have
Work hard my friend
It all depends on one's efforts
It's not by chance but by choice
Simply put, it sounds simple
But wonder why? How? What? How does it happen?
It's always, as if always she is there to have your belligerent
The non-stop blaming statements
Parents failing to understand
Teachers pretending they were not around
Friends rejoicing their victory as if you didn't attend the same class
Success tips viewed as nothing but vanity
Grasping for the wind is the result
It’s always as if she was put in place to wake your worries up
All this leaves a fog of doubts
It creates a loophole of what success meant to mean
Setting goals may be a step to the war
Hard working a warrior
Tests battlefields
Giving it your definition the first shoot
By only working smart one can be the purple host.
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Gloria Charite Poem
Princess Will Be the Purple Host.
Deep deep deep in air
A ray of sunshine I see
Clear and near
A perfect bond
Separate is better.
Love was easy for you to give
It was simple for us to share
Doubts filled my heart
They made your head too heavy
As if to let me go would cause you to fall.
We can’t meet everyone’s glances
The land is filled with thorns and stones
But our flower blossoms incessantly
Its resonance is confined in my Golden gift
The darkness will fade away, this I know
2 Chronicles 20 I stay; my trust to Him I submit.
Our faces are solemn and pale
This is a chain’s rule, I think
No, it’s a battle field instead
Easy in His love and Power
Princess will be the purple host.
My soul is silently waiting for God alone
My expectations are from him
That power belongs to God
Our refuge in the day of doubts and trouble
I know in him that day
Princess will be the purple host.
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Gloria Charite Poem
Should pain attend me?
Sorrow, toil, woe in the hour of trial?
No, this can’t be; I have a friend so precious
Very dear, Who more than all in thee I find
Highly wonderful to cause my fainting soul’s rejoices
Jesus, lover of my soul
Quickly puts my troubles to an end
Even in time of the storm
Hangs my helpless soul on thee
Other refuge have I none
In the loudest silence
His melody within my heart rings
He never leaves, His support and comfort I gain
Surely I am kept under His safe wings
My Love, love to me in him you revealed
However dark his plan might be
Deep love for God and man, I plead
He was defeated and through Him we won
Should pain attend us? Should bitterness live our souls?
No, His peace, joy and happiness we're filled
He cares, sees and Provides the best.
Copyright © Gloria Charite | Year Posted 2017
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