Letter To God Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Letter To God



We have been friends ever since I was born,
mother even dedicated me at your altar in joy,
Fear of you and your love make my heart peaceful; for I know with you I need no conveyour.
But the water is gradually filling the vacuum
Like the rain in August that shatters things,
What has gone wrong, father?
My life has been shattered away by sickness,
My soul is not ignorance of the fact that you
Watches the tears dropping from my eyes and is
Not invisible to you-
When you says I should seek your face, lord,
I said to myself your face shall I seek, God.
But here I am broken like an egg
Thrown to the wall in a rather careless manner.
Shall my life be hidden in confusion and pains?
Shall I be clouded with sorrow when I have you?
Unto you do I write under the coven of my frustration, my father is gone through this deadly cancer, and mother has left me to die 'cause she is tired.
Here I am bedridden with cancer and pains,
When would you visit me?
When would the cock crow on my behave?
My teeth now forsake my innocent tongue,
My tongue on a journey to a faraway land
Where the dungs of my being dwell in doom.
Father! Father! ! Why have thou forsaken me?
Can a father give his son stone when he ask of bread?
To your words, you said above all you wish I prosper
And remain in good health with my soul in joy.
Thou art my father, heal me now! Heal me now! !
I don not deserve to be in this condition,
There are many people whose destinies are
Connected to me to redefine their future.
Why have I been conditioned in this place?
I am an instrument of blessing to many;
God, look at my deeds in your house,
I built houses for you, I saved many souls,
I helped the poor and the needy, even at my sick bed,
I have done so many for you, if my life is lost now;
Many soul shall ruin in the pit of hell.
I supposed to be heal now, oh God!
The sins of the father shouldn't be pass down to his son, help me in this critcal condition of lack and want
At last only will take all the glory.
Williams tears speaks volumes and its weigh more thana tonnes.

WILLIAMS

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