Treasure Island

segun Johnson Ozique

(25th, Sept.1961 / Lagos-Nigeria)

Open Invitation


Do you pray every day through pains
Do you have endless stream of tears
Do you travel in lone roads of dead ends
Come with me to pathfinder friend of mine

Do you wake with screams of freedom?
Do you feel lost, raped, stripped of rights?
Do you suffer the indignity of inhumanity?
Come with me to one with helpful solutions

Have you gone back and forth in disaffection?
Pray someday soon death come take the pains
Tearing yourself for fate dealing you such blow
Worry no more for He has rallied in waits with aid

Open your heart ready to receive His embrace, to
The one called Jesus, the Christ of the Holy Trinity

Submitted: Tuesday, June 10, 2014

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