When I am prompted by tired limbs

And my heart succumbs to pain’s whims

Like a lost puppy my fate slims

As fear in my doubtful seas swims

Oh how the happy world of mine dims

But I am always lifted by your beautiful hymns


I know I have a king above all kings

One who looks above my sins

One who bails and gives me fins

When I am trapped in the seas of sins

And He gives me high wings

When the gun of earth does rings


I am doing my best

So He will give me rest

I know I have His light as my crest

And I have His promises as my nest

Although I mostly act as a pest

A hunt for His love and direction is my quest

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016


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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