Smile not!

Smile not that piercing scathe,
They rob me of all that I hath,
Hope, strength, and goodness
I Wonder, why this meakness.

Thou art a glorious vine,
The land where the sun will shine.
Thine grace will redeem the lame,
Put a horizon of orchids to shame.

Thou is not the storm that breaks bastions,
Thou art the breeze, setting my mind, chimes in emotions.
Keep moving, you, across abound creation,
Setting up life,beautiful, fulfilling His vision.