The Book Of Psalms Poem by Gold Trybes

O host of Heaven
O mighty God
Thank you for loving me so
I complain. I rant. I admit
Or how am I supposed to act
When my daily cry reaches up to heaven
And wouldn’t let up

O you who created the Heavens
Who promises the gift of a virtuous woman
O you who created a mate out of me
Where is the fruit of your promise?
Where is her? The one you promised in the book of proverbs
Where is her? The sweet companion
Where is her? The one created out of my flesh and bone?
Oh where is her? Where is her?

Again, I am single
Again I am lonely
Again I fell to the daughters of eve
O Lord, help me
Before my heart becomes weary
Again…