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POETRY

MY HELP

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In this fiery winds

Where hurtful dust blinds

I need your sling to cling

In this death ring

II

No matter how strong

The arms of the winds

I know I You belong

So I wait as Your angel finds

III

Bounded, I crave you as a slave

Haunted, I hide like a lion in Your cave

Fighting, I think like Your Dave

To fight my Goliath with the thoughts You gave

IV

I won’t surrender

No matter the pressure

The winds can me in the blind render

But Your protection I will treasure

V

You are my God

Who lives and never gets bored

Of the shortfalls I hoard despite Your love, Lord

Forever I will cherish Your sword

And will hold so firm Your leading rod

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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