when troubles come all around
And you see no place on the ground
To go and sit there for a day
For nothing but to wish and pray
Then go straight and knock at the door
Of God who is gracious and more
And ask him to hold your hands
As he is the one who understands
And then in his lap lie down
And tell him what is making you brown
And ask him to send his love
In the form of bliss from heaven above.
Seema Chowdhury
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bliss-of-heaven/
