Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Aug 2, 2007 22:02:39 GMT -5
FORLORN
Weary and forlorn, I sat in my room,
Gazing out at the gray rainstorm.
Dusk has descended quietly,
In this world of greed,
A world of fear and doubt,
A world of animosity.
I long for a loving heart,
A compassionate heart,
Which will hear my sorrows,
To whom I can confide,
To rest for a while.
But my search was in vain.
I turned to God my Saviour.
There I found peace and solace.
I opened my heart to Him.
He gave me eternal peace,
And I slept peacefully
In my lonely room.
(C) ALEYAMMA JACOB
2007
Weary and forlorn, I sat in my room,
Gazing out at the gray rainstorm.
Dusk has descended quietly,
In this world of greed,
A world of fear and doubt,
A world of animosity.
I long for a loving heart,
A compassionate heart,
Which will hear my sorrows,
To whom I can confide,
To rest for a while.
But my search was in vain.
I turned to God my Saviour.
There I found peace and solace.
I opened my heart to Him.
He gave me eternal peace,
And I slept peacefully
In my lonely room.
(C) ALEYAMMA JACOB
2007