Many a times we worry
When the only thing we oughta do's tarry
For worry's a snare to those who're not wary
The unnecessary burden o' fear we mustn't carry
Care to trust the Master
Our fears'll be wiped away faster
Ushering in the beauty of a new chapter
In it, no other story but that o' Easter
Many a times we worry
When the only thing we oughta do's to be merry
Meanwhile, find love and marry
For in love, all misery we bury
Care to trust the Master
In whose morrow, your joy'll rapture
As He ushers you into his green pasture
In it, no other story but that o' the happy eater
13 June 2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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