Prayer - Poem by Willy Munyoki
OH, FATHER in heaven, you I adore,
And thank for your son's Savior blood;
And for your Spirit caring evermore,
And for your word by us is heard.
Again I come to thee with a cry-
My sins are to me a heavy burden;
Jesus' blood wash me by,
I thus wear His york and walk unladen.
This soul you brought to this vain world,
And your favor has kept still alive,
This soul forever enable t light hold,
This soul protect from adventure to vice-hive.
We your lambs are on a land full of harm,
And the jealous land yearns to swallow us;
Enemy lurks to ambush so keep us under your arm,
We'll away turn never from the savior Jesus.
When I wake up in the early morn,
Through the day ever bless me to your glory;
As I sleep still looking up to your throne,
Clothe me your warmth that I'll have zero worry.
For my plans, deeds and daily stay,
For brethren, friends' and strangers' even,
Provide and guide and for conquer every day,
While we tread this narrow path to heaven.
Control my arrows to sure-shoot my target,
As fine as you my Father do please;
My joy you will never me falling let,
From you I won't myself release.
See me in my voyage since I set offshore,
Calm the storms and the sharks make blind;
Sink any sinker send by Satan the foe,
Till the face of you in eternity I find.
I pray you to the poor give and the sick enliven,
For as the rich and healthy they are no less;
And the repentant who you've forgiven,
On that shower grace and peace, and bless.
Your will be upon me and show me your mercy,
And your forever enduring love,
Oh my God, king of all supremacy,
Oh my help from the heavens above.
I will worship you every day, hour and every minute,
I will proclaim your mighty name here and there;
I will sing your praise, beat drum and blow flute,
All in verve enough to rule over air.
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