Calvin - as he is
After the sunshine,
comes the cold rain,
that pours so vigourously, triumphant over me,
that when I sweat, to sweep the floors clean,
just to be trampled and mocked,
like a cur,
walking in a dismal street,
where all the lights are turned off….
so dark,
barely see my ownself anymore,
so cold,
stone, my heart had turned into…
But, I tell you the truth,
that I am always myself,
for I have always fought……not for my rights,
but His right to bless me,
as His child,
under His arms…
comforted and loved..
