Oh Lord, Helppp Me To Pass Poem by Ayandare Mayowa

Oh Lord! Help me to pass,
Counting on you to help upgrade my very low marks,
Scored in my failed attempt at solving life's further math,
Made complicated by the devils factorial pranks,
Form I do for men, but you know my CGP, level and rank,
Tear my sackcloth replace my rags,
You control season and times,
Teach my feeble hands to work,
Let the world not mock my lines,
Give substance to my rhymes,
Help me discern my appointed place and time per time,
And when all is said and done,
At your return, when all mankind shall give account, convocate,
May I be able to hold high my multiplied one talent,
Alongside others with talent of five and ten,
Eager to tender my printout and CV before you,
Pleased and overjoyed as I hear you say to me,
"Well done, thou faithful servant."