For It’s He Who Knows What’s Best!

For It’s He Who Knows Whats Best! short poem

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One day I was alone,
With pain and groan.
No one was with me,
to listen to my plea.
I could see people suffering,
But could do nothing.
I could hear their cries,
But couldn’t stop their sighs.
I could touch them and feel,
But couldn’t help them heal.
I could see their pain,
But couldn’t help them sustain.
I have never felt so helpless,
So desolate and worthless.
Then my heart told me to hold on,
I could feel an unseen power to rely on.
I then released & could see what is true,
Nothing works just because of me or you.
It’s he, who’s the master,
We are all mere puppets in his cluster.
So let’s do what we can do the best,
Even if it means we are put through a test!
Pray and surrender onto him the rest.
For it’s he who knows what is the best!

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Writing is a passion that I will never allow to fade inside me. It all started as a small note in my school diary and I wrote my first poem when I was in class 8th. I write poems and have even contested in many poetry websites and magazines during school as well as college days.I got the novel idea of publishing my poems and started posting my poems on social platforms, since then I have been receiving excellent and positive feedback. I am basically from Bangalore and being a literature lover, I maintain a poetry blog called https://www.facebook.com/PoeticTranscendence, please do visit this website which has the collection of my poems. Happy Writing!!
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