The race through the valley
Of life,
Is not meant to be easy
Operation.
Turning left and right
And all I can see;
Unforgiving mountains
Of trials and tribulations.
The ground I walk on
Is full of thorns
And cutting stones.
Around me,
Before and after me
Are other entities
Navigating this same path!
All man to himself
Everyone seeking protection.
But I turn to Thee
Lord of the worlds
And Master of All
Bless me Oh Lord,
With your showers of blessings.
I seek Your refuge,
from all the evils of this world
And the evils of your creations.
Sophocles Writes 