The Lord's Day : A Heart of Gratitude
Life is a labour room,
So I keep on pushing through
Counting blessings on the move
As I keep stepping my foot
Thanks to the few
For my post you share and comment
Thank God for work and salary
Thank God for the funds that come in
Thank God for these rap contents
It's where I throw my pain away
Like dirt into a trash
Or share happy moments
Like Zubby spraying cash
It's tough for those who shun me
But thanks to those who show me
Love even in controversy
May your income flow fatter
Like white men over seas
May you never have to beg to eat
I am not where I want to be financially
But thank the Father there is dinner
For the Family
They say a heart of gratitude
Stems up great riches
I pray the Father's will be done
As it is in heaven
Father grant my wishes
I pray you grant my wishes
Today is not my birthday
But Father grant my wishes
Copyright © Pro Obi Chidubem | Year Posted 2024
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