Dear Lord
The rains of impossible and
unbearable are falling,
Dear lord, I need a shell to craw
in.
Death, disease, suffering and
unrighteousness dropping on
people’s heads
Make me like a tortoise with a
shell oh lord to brace my head.
The rains of impossible and
unbearable are falling,
Dear lord, I need a shell to craw
in.
Alva kanyika.
Copyright © Alva Kanyika | Year Posted 2013
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