May these words upon my breast
seek to help and heal and deliver
for these times we may shiver
at tricks the evil lay at our feet
in our minds on our street
that we may fall but for the call of the lord
For he is not the author of confusion
winged prayers will lift us in unison
and the sweetest spirits will fill the room
not foul language but blessed as rose bloom
And the wails of the widows will prevail
loved one is in heaven and we share
love still just one is closer to God
Fret not for he is with you dear heart
And the parents who lost a child
even at birth who long for a smile
stillborn, SIDS, sickle cell, other illness
God is moving even in the stillness
And history has the issue of blood
Woman healed by just one touch
All these trials we hear in hymns
Get you riled up to run to him
Only one son can we run to
And one God we trust so true
When in dilemma or sticky situation
Always remember invocation.
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SPONSOR EDWARD IBEH
Why dies the blue sky red
Hue of a deeper dissolution
Falling from the face
The puzzle of Africa
Stains dry and brittle circle the dust
Where withers a standing grain
taunted eye of barren sticks
To black and lifeless rage
Oil oil oil black and lifless blood
Why die to plant your sickel of sun
In war the blood of children feed
A pile of small hands and feet
The surgeons knife and tyrants belly
Why die civilised world
With your blue sky
That lies above the red machete
Wasting the black hell of stenches
An oil that fills your heart
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