'A river flows longest when it meets no rocks, yet mine has met many. Still, I hold on to the anchor of faith, knowing the One who controls the currents will soon sweep away the obstacles. The ghosts of yesterday may haunt, but tomorrow's tides are in God's hands.'
'Rivers of trial may flood my path, but the Rock that anchors me stands firm. Though tossed by waves, I'll not be swept away. The road may wind, yet my soul holds fast to purpose. When darkness veils the way, faith lights the next step. Destiny's voice whispers, 'You shall rise, and shadows shall fall.''
'After winter's chill, summer's warmth descends. Seeds sown in tears yield harvests of joy. Night's darkest hour births dawn's triumph. Persistence is the throne upon which success sits, crowned with the diadem of unwavering resolve.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem