Abossey Allotey Poems

Ev'ry desolate ground, we harrow,
Though constrained on ev'ry way - wide and
narrow;
Hit by ev'ry weapon: bow and arrow,
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Though I went astray,
Me your love brought on track again.
Though my soul was desolate and frail
Me your love brought life to gain.
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From D.A. Allotey – a labourer in the Lord in this age..
To the church of God who read on this page..
Greetings from Abba – hope you all fine.
This I want to tell you - that ye may shine;
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If Christ be died not
Then is my life but naught.
What miserable soul be I?
Hopeless, Hopeless, Hopeless I sigh.
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Our hearts are heavy,
Our souls are weary,
Our eyes are blurry.
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I desired to behold her face
But she turned away a single pace.
I desired to get close to her
But she would no glimpse spare.
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I saw this girl with nice hair on
She has the beauty of mountain's morn
And on her face were smiles all drawn
She diffused the air with her v-sec roll on
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If I remember naught
I do the frosty snow.
At dawns and morns
crystal clouds aflow.
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