He Is
A wealthy, famous and educated young man he was
With a dying heart that money can’t heal.
Had everything he wanted but nothing to his name.
Desires something but knows not what.
What do I do now? He says
As a friend I can only lead
but what you need is in Him.
He is the aged and weak,
He is the wisdom of the white,
He is the strength of the black,
The breath we give and take.
He is the raging tempest of the sea,
He is the cock-crow at dawn,
He is the harvest from a sown seed,
The change in day and night.
She went in search knowing she is an orphan.
Young and pretty on a troubled street,
Got pregnant with no where else to go,
Fathers out in the world but knows not who.
Where do I go from here? She says
As a friend I can only lead
but what you need is in Him.
He is the distance from east to west,
He is our joy and pain,
He is the foetus in a womb,
The comfort of the orphan.
He is our guard in the dark,
He is the snow in winter,
He is the melody of the birds,
Our Allah and Jehovah.
Copyright © Henry Datubo | Year Posted 2012
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