STRENGTH FOR THE WEAK

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

II

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

III

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

(IMAGE BY: livingmommywood.blogspot.com)

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