For my God, family, and nation. <br /> <br />When I am down and am filled with troubles, <br />Torments, terrors, destruction, and rejection <br />People freely strikes my heart with verbal sword <br />I look up, close my eyes, quietly withdraw <br />Listen to nature’s sound, weep in silence. <br /> <br />Going to a great and deep battle <br />With enemies in front, rear, right, and left <br />Nowhere to escape, nothing to do but fight <br /> <br />When the battle blood reaches in the skies <br />Like eagle I lost my feathers and wings <br />I fall down, my body becomes tired <br /> <br />Suddenly, there’s Jesus who picks me up. <br />My heart jumps with joy, my eyes give tears of joy <br /> <br />God picks me up and washes all dirt and mud <br />He covers me in His warm great feathers <br />His arms comfortably embraces me <br />He calls me His son, I call Him FATHER. <br /> <br />He’s my life and my everything <br />At times, I am lost and fallen again <br />But He picks me up again and again <br /> <br />How I love the Supreme One forever <br /> <br />Copyright © 2009 by Obed Dela Cruz <br /> <br />(To use this poem in a legal way, you could email me in princeobed_dc@yahoo.com but of course, you cannot own the poem because it violates some of the law of informations systems and copyright) <br /> <br />(July 21,2009; Marikina City; 4: 50PM)<br /><br />Obed dela Cruz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-picks-me-up/
