It seems the world is going gray, I cannot tell a lie

And if it is, I wish and pray that I and Mine don’t die.

Cuz everyday we sit and think and end up with a cry,

For every water trough we filled just ended up a-dry.


He smiled and held my hand and said “My child don’t give a damn

I make the grass to grow and sure I own your every farm.

The water trough you think is dry is only but a balm,

Fear not, He said, I am for you, and none would do you harm“.



  1. Brilliant piece of poetry that exemplifies the struggle to survive and in that to know that God is there.. Most inspiring to me as a social advocate and graduate missions student. It gives me a lightness to my step, a joy in serving my Lord, that in some way He is using me to make a difference as He is using you.Well done, Sally Sucess!


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