Walking in the light I tumble,
My mind blocky,waiting to crumble,
I try to wind with thoughts ,
True to state I fall;
For I have no staff to hold,
like that of Moses;
I stumble and grumble;
At the turn of events,
My heart rents,
To the Almighty,
Clinging to Him as my,
only source;
Begging in the darkness,
Happiness in the day,
I do decree to adhere,
for my God rules:
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My only source
PoetryHi there, this poem is all about religion and how our lord God rules, its a short,inspiring and entertaining poem...enjoy