The winds are blowing, trees are bending
on this Island of despair
No ship in sight, neither day or night
and not even, a sound in the air
Stranded for days without a rescue
it's like, hope had taken a trip
As I watched from the shore, of my house door
saying, O' Lord! Where is my ship?
My heart yelled, (S.O.S) I need help!
when is, my rescue due
What's taking so long, in getting an answer
just when will it ever get through
I saw the sharks, swimming in circles
thinking that, I was their bait
Mouths in big grins, waiting to do me in
But, then I remembered, God is never late
When troubles arise, it's no surprise
for without them, we would not pray
So by being marooned, it only gave me room
in what to do when they came my way
Now in humor I write this worded poem
for it's a way, in staying sane
Not broken all up, about the bitter cup
but in how, to withstand, the grains
While waiting for my God to come by
this is a test of wills on my part"
and he has already seen, the (S. O. S.)
and will surly, answer my heart
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
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