When faces make me cry and situations make me mad,
When my plight envelops my flight ad my hopes are out of sight,
I will not run to the east or to the west
But move away from the crest of sadness
And go closer to the fruit of patience
In the stress, I shall find peace
And in the storm, I shall find calm,
For I have a good God that will make all things to be well.
by
Ebisike K.
