my poetry

 SONG OF PRAISE

You are enthroned on high

You reign above the stars

You are robed in majesty

Who can challenge your dynasty?

You dwell amidst glory

Yours is a never ending story

You put on the garment of light

I’m tripped by your power and might

You are high up there

We are low down here

Yet you dwell in the heart of men

Almost like Daniel in the lion’s den

What then do we give?

Apart from how we live

More than substance, we give our last

All our troubles, to you we cast

Rarer that silver, rarer than gold

Brighter and brighter, your glory unfolds

And once again, with sincerity of heart

I declare to men, you are enthroned on high.

                                        HOPE

Heartbreak and heartache daily surround us

Earthquakes of the ancient have laid their marks on us

No longer do the young bury their old

No longer from our lips do truths unfold

Men cease to dream, for to them hope is lost

Women arise in tow but simply can’t bear the cost

The nations are in uproar

Corruption on the increase

The soldiers have grown weak, the warriors have lost heart

Who then will bear the cost of the destinies of our children yet unborn?

When the hope of man seems hopeless

And the tears of children are always heard

Tales of woes and songs of foes

The fire burns and we feel the heat

But NO, NO, NO,

We choose to believe

Of a hope yet untold

And a story yet unsold

For in the midst of the madness, we face the uncertainty of life and with the eyes of FAITH we dare to take a glimpse at tomorrow and alas

ALL WILL BE WELL!

                            DESTINY

Once upon a time, in the age of life,

There was a girl whose name was Destiny.

 She lived on Great street.

Her time had come and she had to shine,

So she went into the world to buy some light,

But on the road of truth,

She met a man, his name was deceit.

‘Your journey seems so far’ he says, I know a shorter route.

‘Tell me then, that I may be on my way’ she answers

For her time had come, and shine she must!

And so he leads her, through the route of mistakes,

This short route, isn’t so short after all

The night had come and they had to wait,

So off they go, into the house of delay

Suddenly the door is locked, she is trapped in,

With no where to go and no light to shine,

She realizes her fate, and is remorseful for her haste

In the process of time, she had almost given up,

But the desire to shine kept nudging her on.

‘There must be a way out’ the tiny voice sings.

Then and there, she sees it, a crack on the wall

With a lot of effort, she pushes her way through,

And though the pain cost her, this is something she must do

For she was born to win, and that no man can steal!