Father, like wings of eagles,
House me
Father, like a raging storm,
Be my guard
Father, like a mother hen,
Lead me
Father, like the cool bright sun
Light my world
Father, like the mercy you are,
Forgive my flaws
Father, I have none but you,
Lift me
Father, you who hates discrimination,
Please protect all
As the sun stretches to start its walk
And the sky sweeps itself
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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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