Under the African Sun

Under the African sun When loneliness bite’s and red wine doesn’t help And mowing the lawn makes you feel a little green, Red faced and hot! Winter it is not ! A tree with a shower Cold water gives you power. The wind has dropped the beetles are humming Cumulous clouds are forming A storm is coming ! Finish the potting rake over the soil Plant the seeds of all your hard toil Winter is coming the beds lie fallow But winter seeds only need to be shallow A few months to come and a beautiful scene Of Cosmos in bloom under the African sun Gods peace and tranquillity settles the scene At the end of the day everything is clean All in its place and I’m still His Queen A bride with a veil so pure and white He’s forgiven my sins and given me light I’m blessed by His blood Now let’s call it a night. By Maxie Macdonlad Isaiah 61:10 I will rejoice greatly in the LORD, My soul will exult in my God; For He has clothed me with garments of salvation, He has wrapped me with a robe of righteousness, As a bridegroom decks himself with a garland, And as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.