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GOD’S WAY

There are times machetes come to slay
On screens of our mind’s play
Reminding me that I am just clay
A fallible thing who must always clear the day
Yet look like the sun which is gay
While cutting my living hay
And fearing being in enemies’ slay

II
Who are my enemies?
Are they the others
Created like me?
Why do I them so fear?
Is there a crown I am battling?
One which calls coveteousness
Like the Muslim call to prayer?
Why do I so fear?
Isn’t clay moulded to break?
Yet God sits on His throne
In immortality and myth
No eye is granted his vision
Causing memories to run wild
I will follow You
Knowing or unknowingly
I just wish I get the path
Or the way
To be on track
Hold my hands
And lead the way
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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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. :)

2 replies on “GOD’S WAY”

Indeed, ‘Why do I so fear?’ …’God sits on His throne,’ as Wiser Men and Women than me have witnessed for Centuries. If I could only learn to Trust, I shall lose my fear. 🙂

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