
Quatrain Poems
Asylum I may not be materially secured in this world, But my asylum comes from the LORD He made me according to His purpose, Because my life is a gift so precious! Divine Care Teach me, to be patient O, LORD, As I journey along the thorny road; I offer my life to your divine care. Because your love for me is beyond compare Greatest Aim Life here on earth may bring us much pain Heaven must be our greatest aim Despite of our troubles and suffering, Hold on, Jesus is coming! Right and Just People might rebuke us, For doing what is right and just. But when the ends of time come, We’ll surely glad for what we have done.