No problem can kill our hope
No challenge to singe our faith slope
Where God enables us to cope
Whether on foot, on train or bus
We can't afford to fuss
Because God pours graces on us
Yesterday, today and tomorrow
Neither sorrow in our row
No tantrums for us to throw
No time to cry
Nothing goes awry
No superstition to try
Everyday brings a salvation ray
On our knees we bend to pray
We can't afford to go astray
Our faith unshaken
Our resolve unbroken
We're never mistaken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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