Glory Poem by Angela Bontle Ditumiso

Don't you worry
The future might be blurry
The present quicksand you're drowning in
But God won't let you cave in

Bad days come and linger on for longer
Than you can endure
Your whole world a compressed mass at your feet
Nothing there recoverable
And you're hurting, hopeless
You wonder, will everything ever be okay

Most days the only company you have is your emotions
The pain, regrets, that flickering hope
The only reason you're moving with the present
Is because time pushes you forward
Nobody really has a choice when it comes to that

Don't you worry though
The future may be blurry
The present unbearable
But God will come through for you