The Mighty Tower Poem by Enoch Owusu Gyamfi
The Mighty Tower
Whenever the strong winds of life blows,
And necessity seeds for hiding places grow,
In the mighty tower I go,
To rest my body and soul.
When troubles sparks and makes the day dark,
In this tower I find a light for my
sight,
In the mist of plights,
There I get a flight.
The tower that stands tall among all,
When other towers fall,
In this tower I bore,
God, my mighty tower.
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God, my mighty tower, good one.