Wait and see the deliverance of the lord,
He parted the sea that they may cross,
All those persecutors who chase them,
In the waters were lost.
God of Jacob, I adore thee,
Forever thou art the same,
Delivering the people from distress,
Saving me from being in vain.
The providence of the widow,
lasted all through the famine,
In dilapidated states of affairs
You have the power to revive
My providence has never filled me,
My provider always prevails,
Leading me through the valley,
Leading me through the plain.
He blessed and food multiply
Twelve baskets of loaves remained
Such are His many blessings,
My lord just blesses all my
domain.
Note this poem was written when I had an insecure job that means I only had a temporary job. The poem shows the faith of poet in the midst of trying situations.
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