The seventh time the spider made it
a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India
The seventh time the spider made it,
King learnt a lesson for life,
He for his lost kingdom,
Again and again, did fight.
How many times I fall,
Does not matter at all,
What matters is how many times I rise,
That is just once more than demise.
Falling, failing, fumbling,
Does not matter at all,
What matters is your courage to rise,
Your indomitable power, to rise.
Time has grained many to size,
It keeps grinding each & every time,
Those who trust in Jesus,
Can withstand the grind of time.
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