I'm not fine

I'm not fine...
I'm not fine,
Heart still crack on the things lost,
Weak and peeling like and iron rust.
I'm not fine
but the theme won't be the song of my misery,
Above my sorrow, I will raise tune of victory.
I'm not fine
but my hope is built on the solid rock,
My resting rod when my feeble legs walk,
My Gilead balm when I hit rocks.
I'm not fine
But God made me a bottle of wine
To exist among kings and not swine
I am fine.
© Fasalojo mercy
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