POETRY

FEED MY NEED

Lord I need

For you to breed

My inner seed

In your kind deed

I need to feed

So I try to weed

And try to heed

But I flaw my creed

III

Free my mind

Free my soul

Free my body

To sour like your dove

When I fall in the mud

I need your rain

When I fall in the gutters

I need your rescue

When I fall in the fires

I need you as my fireman

What can I ever do?

What can I ever be?

What can I ever say?

Without your very presence Lord?

Please feed my need

And right my creed

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Tags #AFRICAN POETS, #GHANAIAN POETS, GOD, POETRY.

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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