Don't You Worry Child

When it's the darkest, the stars shine the brightest

Desire, might and willpower
Graceful scent of a hallowed flower
Infinitely illuminating glory
So divine, It's just too holy

Sonnets under the waxing moon
On its way, it's coming soon
Unshakable faith of the patriarchs
Ignore the storm, build the arks

Eternal oneness with the Father
Too nearer but yet so further
Arcane wisdom and understanding
Keep at it, much is still outstanding

Unconditionally loved by heaven
Thy hand of mercies be yet my haven
Wittily crafted by the fabricator
Mysteriously destined by the originator

Immortally abounding greatness
Son of man be thine witness
Though the times may be wild
Don't you worry child

Ever....