Scrupulous struggle from birth <br />Has been mankind’s dearth. <br />Toiling with hot sweat that sweep the earth <br />In search of self worth, <br />But such worth becomes vanity without a fight for survival. <br />With so much stumbling blocks to rival, <br />Our battle started even before our arrival, <br />Now we look beyond the mortals for a revival. <br /> <br />A prize, A Hero, A savior, <br />To be our angel with shiny armour. <br />This we daily long for, so He can restore our honour, <br />And cause a blessings downpour. <br />The excruciating pains we don’t want to feel <br />But life itself is a battle field, <br />With choices that lead to ordeal, <br />And pains’, wailing on praying kneels. <br /> <br />But nature teaches all. <br />That honey is sweet, not without the busy bees’ sting, <br />Roses are beautiful, not without thorns. <br />Feeble heart achieves little, don’t give up, <br />carry your cross, no matter how heavy. <br />So you can wear the golden crown at the end. <br />Since life is a script, act your scene beautifully, <br />Cos life is a fight that must be won.<br /><br />JESUROBOOWIE GIFT IMAFIDON<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-cross-no-crown/
