A Worried Soul!
Four kids she had
With a tumor bad
Her face was pale
And eyes were stale
Will I then survive?
Recover and thrive?
Or in pain languish?
She asked in anguish
Who will look after them?
If I go away from them
I tried to console her
Calm and control her
The will of God be done
He looks after everyone
Do not worry at all
He is a refuge for all
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