Ujamaa Christian Poetry
IT IS THE FRUIT OF MY SUFFERING
If you see me smiling, through a crowd of frowns.
Loving, when love is not returned.
Singing, a song when hope is gone.
It is the fruit of my suffering.
If you see me laughing, dancing, trying to be strong.
Oppress, depress and stepped on.
Don't think me foolish. It's in my soul.
It is the fruit of my suffering.
If you see me doing the impossible, trusting in my faith.
Cheated, incompleted, but help you along the way.
It is because of my lord's grace.
It is the fruit of my suffering.
When life has taken it's all, and life must go on.
When troubles come, and you struggle on.
Keep on, keep on, keep on going my son.
It is the fruit of our suffering.
It's the dawn of a new day.
It is the fruit of our suffering.
It is our Lord's Grace. Amen.
Written by Geraldine H. Wooley
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