Poetry

Vain are the words and deeds that are mine
when they are not inline with Thine
and in this life when things go really bad,
when little by little my faith does decline
 
You are the omnipresent Deity
that does daily dwell with me,
who with selfless love brings me back
to answers that I did not see
 
and although it feels as if I am on my own
You do never leave me alone
and when all people do me forsake
You are still my friend, the only one
 
and although I daily struggle to survive
You do continually bring sense to my life.