Passing through tribulation,
Remembered Jesus as own;
Seed shown, seems to be grown;
Sometimes crushed,
But not brushed,
Leaves tiny ‘seedling’ blushing on.
Got on the way the thieve which stood,
Standing near ‘crust’,
to give me a thrust.
Took my ‘possessions’,
Left me ‘seized’, for a while;
Than I gave him a strike,
‘Long live’ the fight went.
Sometimes, thieve catches the victory,
A strike and ‘Victory’ is in my court;
Like a basketball played, I have stayed,
An upward thrust,- likely to enter the ‘Goalpost’.
But alas- Game lasted draw;
“I’ll be back- words I heard,
Ill be waiting – Whispered fearlessly.