Please, God
Pass me a pass for a pass
Save me the troubling trouble
Constantly consistently constant
A disturbing disturbance
Running in me, in veins
My soles hurt beneath
The leather that leather my feet
Weak from the week long walk
In the solace search for my soul
Give me the feel of a maize
Two corn grains buried
Amazing hub of corns
Grant me a luck today
Into the prison of my blessings
My weak soles will dance
The dance of victory
And praise present in Your presence.
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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