Where Comes My Help? * Poem by Ibrahim Enitan Eniola Olubiyi

When our strength fail us,
when we could no longer move forward as required,
When our en​thu​si​asm is no more,
To whom do we turn for help?

When we found no light at the end of the tunnel,
When expectation are dashed,
hope paved way for despair,
When every effort applied produced no result,
Who will help our dying soul ?

When our situation defiles all known solution to mankind,
When the desire to take the next step
leaves us,
when our donkey's back has been broken by the last straw of vicissitudes,
To whom do we turn for salvation?

When the reason for another season eludes,
when the passion for existence is extinguished, replaced with total and unparalleled darkness,
when the echoes of this realm becomes meaningless and condemning,
Who will save us?

Little wonder the psalmist proclaimed:
' I will lift up my eyes to the hills,
From where comes my help?
My Help comes from the Lord'
Assuredly, to the Lord cringe I for help
That my soul may be saved.