Poem: God > Your problems

This life is not mine…

Living in His grace is my gold mine.

So many times, I could’ve died, I’m covered with His blood so I get endless strikes.

Enemy showed me left, but you know the boy took a right.

If I begin to tell you would listen? Felt His love from the day I been christen.

Feelin sad, feeling down, rest assured it’s His love you been missin’.

I love God, I love Jesus, I love Christ.

With Him I feel safe, I feel blessed, I feel alive.

Connected with Him then I reach my heights.

Anointed on these streets, they can never read me my rights.

Be strong my fellow believers

Pray to defend the deceivers,

They slip through the creases that we leave open.

Be mindful my fellow youth, they lure our soul with the loot.

So, we pray for hope and strength, He loves us and the time isn’t long,

2 Corinthians 12:9-11, For when I am weak, then I am strong.

By Diego Miranda, 19 years old, St Joseph RC, Mayaro