Lord, at times so imprisoned
And for my time served maybe
I'm ready to be set free
Yearning to be home with my Father
Where I've always known
There's a big room waiting on me
For my time served in this prison
Have been content now I know
My purpose in this existence
Was to get out daily and sow
While it has been such an honor
Most of the times it was alone
Praying you'll give me reprieve
Time for me to now go home
However until that sweet time
Hold me in your hands as I pray
Promising I'll continue my sowing
Dreaming of that winsome day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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