Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa Poet Rhyme

Not Until I Can't Help It

I would call upon the name of the Lord, 
To thank Him for His doings; magical! 
For His mercy endureth forever... 
Not until I can't hide my tears in shame. 

That hope be restored... 
Not just Biblical, 
Nor been so clever
But what grace proclaim. 

I would enter His gate with more praises, 
To sing Him of His wonderful wonders. 
Often, His raw kindness shower blessings... 
Not until I can't find help in Egypt. 

His mien amazes... 
My smart moves' blunders
With cloudy bearings-
Thomas' minds corrupt. 

I will watch to testify His tactics;
The style no one dare study to win Him, 
When it comes to life's unrealistic game
Not until extra time towards lost hope. 

Experience predicts, 
Which light can be dim
At ease without blame, 
But end strives to cope. 

I will give Him key to my open heart, 
Close the door of emergency exit
To be in line without weird distraction, 
Not until I can't adjust cum struggle. 

Been two minds apart
Barely makes faith fit-
Answers attraction, 
Points; prayers snuggle. 

I will pay homage to His faith-like-pills, 
That holds healthy bills being more or less free... 
Unlike sickness gives prescription to drugs
Not until I can't afford enough dues. 

He pays all my bills
To lengthy degree, 
Even when life hugs
Drugs cum its abuse.

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