HELLO GOD!

In the steps

There are webs

So thin but so powerful

How do I walk

As your pace demands

When with each step

The light in my eyes strain?

You’re a God

I am told

Whose house is far

Across the river of the sky

You see it all

I am told

And the answer to all your questions
must be yea and Amen

It was stressed

Please do not laugh

In your moderation chair

As I freeze, fall, hurt, and cry

Your wings must cover me

I am talking straight to you

Without a Mohammed (Peace unto him)

Without a Jesus (Christ the Lord)

Let alone smaller gods

Please hold my hands

And lead me straight

To a place called home.

Tags AFRICANS AND GOD, GOD, MOST HIGH GOD, POETRY.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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