Poetry

When my Savior turns towards me His face

by ABRAHAM PULICKAL
02/11/19
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When my Savior turns towards me His face

When problems persists, please do not fret,

For they may be the means to linger and stay

A writhing heart looking expectantly heavenwards,

Still in pain, yet fervently prays

The poverty of life and the needs of the hour

The infirmity that pains and turns every sweet to sour

Where I am when all these surround?

Seeking Thy peace, Thy goodness I’ll recount  

The Lord will deliver as in times before,

I will see His goodness and of this I’m sure,

The pains of now will soon pass away,

As fervently in prayer I chose to stay.

Casting away all doubts, I will trust in the Lord,

And keep casting my burdens on Him for He cares,

For He alone is the source of all blessedness,

To Him alone I will direct all my prayers

The bitterness of life will soon be gone,

When God will fill me with His joyful grace

Every sour experience will turn to be sweet

When my Savior turns towards me His face

Until then I should wait, even though in pain,

Having faith in Him, for that alone shall please

His grace will surely see me through

In Him alone I’ll find my peace.