Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 17-
To the restless, that have met their waterloo
Be not discourage or give up on Him
Religion may not always be true
Yet you would have seen truth light so dim
Use that as a means to finding the real you
And in God you will surely come out of the blue
To the rejected, that have never been of reckon
Be not of despair for you is His coming
May be not through religion but you He beckons
Yes, with Him you won't believe what you are becoming
Claim, He is your destiny
Vanished is all your agony
To the broken, that are ones in love
With the cool breeze of reckon in state
But soon the blow seems not from above
How faith never make it come, what you await
Redemption ride still have room for you
Won't it be nice being one out of the few
To the blue, that never seems to know joy
Like how love fades into becoming hate
That you view how beautiful it could be to enjoy
Living large in a well furnished estate
Get to know, you are never out of plan
That you shall feel warm during harmattan
Still shouting all about the Good News across region
Listen to its whistle blow but not necessarily through the doctrine of religion
Save one, save all dying souls in the hand of doctrinal forces
Blinded by what human systematically endorses
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