TRUSTED STRANGERS

You relax with comfort,

Knowing how safe it is,

To be on an airplane.

You chill out in a ship,

Comfortably sailing on the ocean,

Although you can’t swim.

You join the train,

And feel its meandering bends,

Thinking it’s safer than road.

You join a vehicle to work,

Comfortable at the back seat,

Trusting that you’ll arrive early.

In all these circumstances,

Taking no chances,

You trusted total strangers.

And you were very sure of your safety.

The pilot you don’t know,

The captain of the ship neither,

Nor the train and car driver.

Yet you put your life in their hands.

So why strive at life,

While you know God Almighty.

The giver and taker,

The securer of your future.

So relax, and trust God,

Just be yourself,

Yearn less and don’t stress.

Be patient and submit yourself to HIM.

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