The Nightingale's Tale

1/8/2025

I transmute my pain into power
I bloom through the mud;
A lotus flower

I don't need to count the hour
I trust in divine timing
I give my worries to God,
The ultimate one I confide in

Sometimes life is hard...
With grief and woes, it can hurt
Yet in it there's a lesson, a gift
Waiting to be learned

I'll pray in times of strife
and pray when I see the sun
I'll pray in the winter cold
and pray when spring has sprung

I walk through the flames;
Baptized by fire
In this life, I walk a long road
Even when my feet are tired

I transmute my pain into power
I turn my tears into wine
Never will I waver from Spirit
For I am a conduit of Divine