Favours from the ancient of days
Those lines of waters, on my face, now dry,
They were left there by my tears that didn't cry,
They were the tears of good things God has done,
They are for battles that have just been won.
Those cakes of mucus, in my nose, now flaked,
They were from pains of a head that once ached,
They were left there by too much cry of joy,
They are for good things that I now enjoy.
Those funny cracks in my voice, when I speak,
They were from laughters just played on my cheek,
They were left there by too much joy of love,
They are for blessings just sent from above.
Those muscle weakness, on my legs, you see,
They were from the dance steps that bent my knee,
They were left there by lots of praise to God,
They are for success God placed where I trod.
Those dry sweats, on my body, you observe,
They were from the shouts of cheers I deserve,
They were from my thanksgiving and my praise,
Just for favours from the ancient of days.
Copyright © Maclawrence Famuyiwa | Year Posted 2024
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