Give me Lord!

Give me Lord! short poem

Give me the eyes of the spirit
That I may see what can never be seen by Him
That I may tell him that I see
That I may have a vision of the future.

Give me the ears of the spirit
That I may hear what can never be heard by her,
That I may tell her that I hear
That I may prophesy your ‘Word’

Give me the wisdom of the spirit
That I may understand deeper than they can,
That I may have knowledge of your ‘Word’
That I may interpret it to your people.

Give me the being that I am supposed to be
That I may be whom you tell me to be,
That I may tell them who you told them to be
That our belief in you may pull down the pillars

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Poet, Word Composer, Writer, Speaker, an All-round Activist.I love poetry for in thee I find solace and peace. I find a platform to express myself without limits and share courage without denial. I have published two books. My Quiet Place and Confiance; an anthology of poems and a novel respectively, which are already on sale. I will never stop writing because I have already started......
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