To laugh, a lot they try— <br />They who profusely cry <br />Of sorrow, so severe that still, <br />It bothers them like the Devil. <br />Some chant hymns in His praise, <br />Some with hope this Satan face. <br />But in the end, they cry again <br />When It leaves and goes the pain; <br />They thank God for the justice he did <br />With tears in eyes, pure and limpid. <br />They thank God for the hope He, in them, drove, <br />And eagerly pray for his endless love. <br /> <br />© Enn Kay<br /><br />Enn Kay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thanking-god-2/
