Conscience - Poem by Adebayo Caleb

He created the sea He created the moon He made the heavens For eyes to see. Hexadep of his glory Speak of his glory He knows my mind He sees my heart He created a soul So I could not hide. Guard my heart with care Knowing what ought to be done Not picking on you until am done Even if I run it still catches me No matter how I hide It finds me. Is it true? Where atr thou, my conscience? My mind? My heart? It pricks on me? No! Should I stay? Nay! Albeit I wait!