Before the first cry of dew
Stepped on the ever thirsty leaf
Minds which thought of the Omnipotent were few
Because they behave like the deaf

He who crocheted you like a cloth
Hoards true love for you as your God
He who made you up from scratch
Loves you no matter how much you are worth

The love of a human
Cannot be equated to God’s
It sure is a blessing to get a walking stick
That stands like a tower
And helps you soar

But right in every little heart
Is the equal love
Of our dear God
Who knows no beauty
And knows no fame
Who knows no married
And knows no shame
Who gave all stages to live and faze
The inevitability of death
Is just a clue
And living in air to be hatched, started our dew
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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