Naked Seed Poem by Abra Sunshine Wongler

Stripped of my pride,
Heart torn asunder,
Naked seed within,
Oh ho whoa, what can I do?

Oh whoa ho oh, Poor as I am

My cries to God scream from my heart

Tears pour from my eyes,
Naked seed within,
What can I do...
Poor as I am?

WHAT CAN I DO? ?

Waiting for you to hear my cries,
Waiting for you to lift me up,
Waiting for you...to tell me
We'll be alright, that we will be alright...

Oh ho whoa, whoa ho oh.

Naked seed, naked seed within,

I hear you growing, little naked seed.

What can I give you when you sprout poor as I am?
I have nothing, nothing, nothing...
Nothing at all to give you when the sun shines upon you.

What, oh ho, what am I supposed to do now?

Who can... can I turn to, oh Lord God above PLEASE help me,

God please....

Why do I cry...oh why do I cry... when I do not merit His help?

Why oh why...what oh what...
Oh ho......little naked seed....
Are you to be my undoing...or my salvation?

Oh ho God Almighty help me I pray, for the sake of the naked seed within.