Judge Me Not On The Calamities Of Mine. - Poem by Abekah Emmanuel
Judge me not on the calamities of mine:
'Cuz, oh father, till i die, my life is thine,
Hide me from the multiple bullets of sin
And in all temptations, father, let me win.
Keep my heart in thy padlock hands and cover
It with thy mighty hands, so that when lower
My spirit and body go, thou shall owe me
And glad my heart whenever i become mean.
Stand me up when he sits me down
And spray smiles on my face when he makes me frown.
My wish is to lick thy holy feet,
But he serves me with sin as my daily food.
Chain my feet into thy protected city
And all my days will perform i my duty.
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