Three Songs My Heart Sings - Poem by Marbet Daniel
I sing thanks and praise to God
the giver of life to all
from childhood my guide He has been
unto Him I cling for all
for by my side He is, even in sin
whenever am in woe
not for a moment with no reason
He left me in the hands of my foe
He is my provider in every season
Oh how much to God I owe.
I sing thanks and praise to God.
When I behold words of conflict
tossed left and right in this solemn air
my heart runs sour with bitterness
the chocking assaults are more to bare
this sweet words covering greediness.
Stop it we are sick of it.
This anger fills my heart with a song
my wish for us all to sing
A pledge of peace love and unity
that combines the sheep and the goats
in a common mission to quench their thirst
not to harken to fox in expensive coats
who drink from our well
as we run East-west South and North
punching on brothers with whom we've lived well
but not a happiness we bring forth.
innocent blood being shade
sweats gathered in ages being blazed
yet not one of our needs we satisfy
not our hunger will it gratify.
A good form of brotherhood
is the song in my heart,
how much I wish to say our hearts.
'...in common bond united...'
in the defense of our nation,
is the song wisely bestowed to us
'THE NATIONAL ANTHEM' by our fore fathers.
I sing, a pledge of peace love and unity.
My heart sings a song
a rhythm that never ends
with the setting of the sun
unto the vanishing of darkness
the beat never feds
nor diminish in strength
it goes on all days length.
This tone she induced in my ears
the tempo she sets in my eyes
is periodic within my heart
whose amplitude grows bigger
each and every single moment
this beautiful face I see
that my mind it has crazed
with desire it never existed before.
My heart is a spring of love
that love for ever flows.
I sing love to this silent beauty
I sing love she diffused into my heart.
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