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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