An engineer was asked to build a big, long road.
But across the terrain of the planned highway,
There was a forest, and a wide river flowed.
Also, there was a mountain, made of heavy clay.
Did these obstacles disturb the engineer's mind?
Did he curse the mountain and the river too?
No, creative solutions, he set out to find,
Because that was what he was trained to do.
Now along the path of our life's success
There will be many obstacles to our happiness
Will we curse all problems and get depressed
And give easily up because we are stressed?
Or will we work around them and use our skills
To go through, around or over any hills
To cross the rivers, to move through the thickest forest
And live a life like our Creator had intended for us?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Man is lost in his own corrupt world where he believes he has no need for God
Many thanks David for the nice comments. I agree very much