Walking through the doomy path
Of jumping in my final bed
I stumbled on a being so dirty
Resting on earth in clothes of naught
II
Funny how I saw the face of God
And felt what He really has in store
No words did come from the mouth so sore
But his posture did ease all my bore
III
I am that one who has it all
Beauty, smartness, lovers and all
Even my ridicules wear heavy smily masks
Why will I jump when a pawn does live?
IV
I really did see the face of God
The face of God in a loco head
Someone might say he does live not
But his life has saved a wretch like me
V
I know his life is a testament for all
All who seek to take the final fall
I have seen God not in the sky above
But in an uncanny way carrying a crazy head
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
