a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Minted gold and diamonds,
Plenty of treasures in the word,
Giving a succor to the faint heart, Whenever they are heard.

Fear not Little flock,
I am on the side,
No body can touch thee,
The ball of mine eyes.

Did the manna fail in the desert,
Or the windows oil ran dry,
I am the same for ever,
If only my son you try.

Do not fear for tomorrow,
I am Lord of it too,
Have faith in me,
That's all what you can do.

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