It Was To Be Our Last Port (For The Two Princesses)
We thought the Lord had listened to us
after we cried unto him to give us a root
when we neared this port that we had built
in our mind to keep us away from others.
Then the journey turned sour
as we prayed yet received no answers;
Not because the Lord had stopped listening
but, we had become stubborn.
Then came the dawn which l still remember
because of the rain that woke me up.
I can still remember the eyes that looked
down on me, the little voices
that begged that l deserved a hug
which never came.
I still see their faces smiling to me
and asking questions that l cannot answer;
the four eyes that had poured love just
by looking at me to make me know that
the Lord did listen and would have
kept his words to give us a root in the port.