I MAY NOT BE A POET

I may not be a poet, but i think i should say this having find my self in such a situation as i am now..
I need not search for suitable words
They flow directly from my heart
It seemeth like a struggle in a vast
Looking for an island of peace amd rest

The times are gone when i'll say to another be strong
For I couldn't be strong myself
May be am not brave enough
Or perhaps its much for me to bear
Those words i speak to others i couldn't apply myself
When will my Savior come I asked myself

Then, I realised; the master of them all is he who motivates himself and others even when faced with trials
I took out the moment to act faster than my thought
The moment i said 'nothing, nothing at all last forever'
Before a bright day comes the night
I'll press forth through it
What else would be left of a man, when trial is taken out? Nothing
I'll just tell my Savior this
Let it not tarry long
I know of a VICTORY within
In times like this, I need a savior

I'll sing my song thus;
Arise, arise o my soul
For the day draweth nigh when you shall rejoice
Get prepared for great is the task ahead
Do not tarry long in thy distress
Shake off thy sorrow, lift up thine head
For this day is of victory for thee
Why worry when there's more to be done
Your time has just began to take over the lead
Rise as the Morning, Shine as the Sun
For your Glory can not be tamed