A Lazy Man's Prayer Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

A Lazy Man's Prayer

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O God, I cain't believe it's new-day,
Mystery art thy works, I cannot learn;
Thy providence, no man can repay;
With many treasures or which he earn,


But Sire, O God, see that I quave-
I slept o'ernight withno taste of food;
Within my seared-neck, my throat cleave
I'm now in kind of faint mood,


How this I suffer an ox's type?
My stomach cries and blood sickly seep;
When even would my farm ripe?
As barren lies my mother-sheep,


Mine nanny-goats gives no birth;
Blest me, For I ne'er begged before
So I remit my heavy debts;
I rely on my wife, bless her too more


Pardon me, if it be my foul sin,
Descend thy spirit, let it fill me in
Thou art my father, I'm reborn!
And today I become thine son.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: art
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chukwuebuka Adebayo 18 June 2015

Really funny, Allotey! ..........

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Allotey Abossey 17 June 2015

Sounds very funny, you made me laugh this morning. God bless you friend

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