Let Me Praise You In My Trials Poem by Khethiwe Ramathuthu

Ululating to the top of my voice saying Bayethe Ngwenyama yeZulu, Lion of Juda, the Rock of ages because I know Victory is mine.

Let me praise you in my trials when pain pierces my soul so that tears are running down my face, because I know they awaken the Lion in you, the father in you, my God Jehovah

When they seek me to persecute me, Iet me praise you because this battle is not mine.
When death comes knocking at my door for it comes for every one young and old, when it seeks to devour my young ones, those whom you have blessed me with to find pleasure in, only for a little while, let me praise you because all things work together for good for those who trust in you.

Let me praise you when the ones I love betray me and are found in the council of my enemies because if you are for me who can be against me.

Let me praise you in my weakness, when sickness has come upon me because I know your power is made perfect in my weakness.

Let me praise you when words are gone from my mouth, when hope is just but a glimpse in a faraway distance, whispering in my darkest hour EL Roi God of Seeing I know you see me in my distress.

Let me praise in my trials