Upliftment Poem by Tosin Abegunde

Manouvering the boulevards of mystery
Scrambled I for the esoteric verses of history
Lyrics agonized in babylon
Emaciated by the forlorn
When tears flood the future
Ravaging a vision to feature
Thus makes Ruth becomes ruthless;
Man becomes mannerless.

I'll run aground unless He lifts me up.

I asked but not given
Quickening my home driven
I sought but didnt find
Yet the sacrifices with cords to bind
I knocked but to a slammed door
Only to view a dawn too blur
Until i changed my garment
No chance surfaces for upliftment

I'll run aground unless He lifts me up.