George Egba


Morning Cry - Poem by George Egba

Crown our crowd
Though they be of mixed slaves
But rule our thought in draught
Pondering upon the abondance you gave
We do not seek to be kings
Or cry for thrones that oppress
Dry our pride off our daily wings
True and just before your face impress
As each appear give us your light
And show us your holy face
That the dark may not tarry all night
Bring us close to your embrace
Away from wasted days
Behold our hasted feet
Attend daily to our hands that pray
Raise our heads and their desires meet
Our request should be taken
Days when we are able
Not sometime when the need is weaken
Carry us as sheep feeble


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Right in the hour of need

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 6, 2014



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