WATCH OVER

Mighty and great art thou who thought

Of the many hurdles beings will battle in lot

And caused the sky to close its eyes

To massage out some heat and ease the sighs

Now I take off my worry robe

On this small bed in your creative globe

Hoping to shed anticipation

And wake with no hesitation

III

You are the creator of all eyes, please watch over

I know you know all byes, you are no pushover

But like an expectant mud, I beg for your touch

To ascend the peak of peace in much

Like a fragile piece on a rough road

Like a child in a sick abode

Sit like the king in charge

So fallen angels cannot in barge

Please do me pamper

Warning all who my success hamper

Putting they and their efforts asunder

Causing them to surrender

Massage my scalp with ideas so dear

To whip my challenges and thrash my fear

And mould my being to live in a song

Of your handiworks which here belong

VII

A morning of redemption

Success of failure abrogation

Leading to doors of works so bright

Is all I seek in your light

VIII

Watch over me and mine

Shine over all in line

A prayer from the meek

Who do you seek

By amoafowaa