From The Hill Top 13 Poem by Hezekiah Tiamiyu

Let your power fall Majesty,
In the midst of my troubles.
Come down oh Lord in your might,
And fight this battle for me.
I am broken,
Tied up like a sacrificial lamb,
Surrounded by fiery darts.
With no where to go
My enemies surrounds me.
Come my Savior!
Raise a standard over them,
That there'd be a shout
From this Hill Top,
That you have won again!


Hezekiah Tiamiyu
©PenKiah
28-05-16/02: 20am