My Testimony
The day I had to force a smile,
For a moment I was imbecile,
I had to pretend just for a while,
Unable to walk; I was immobile.
Lying on that bed I was in great pain,
But for a moment I confused my brain,
After all I had undergone I had to refrain,
Like a poet I thought of writing a cinquain.
Today I can testify there is God in Heaven,
I feel His presence when having a sweven,
He is a wonder working God; I have Shriven,
He truly lives and through me He has proven.
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