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wycliffe asanya Mar 2020
SUN RISE
AS THE SUN RISES SO DO MY HOPES AND ASPIRATIONS
EVERY TICKLING SECOND DEFLATES MY MISERY AND SUFFERING
HOPELESSNESS AND FRUSTRATIONS EATING AWAY LIKE AN HOUR CLOCK
HEART BEATING IN MY CHEST DAILY AN ASSURANCE I AM NOT DONE YET
THOUGH FAINT HEAR TED AT TIMES THE THOUGHT THAT VICTORY IS NEAR
INFLATES MY WILL WITH POWER AND COURAGE TAKING AWAY MY FEAR

SOME TIMES I HEAR TRUMPETS OF DOOM FILLING THE AIR
LOUD WHISPERS AND RANTINGS OF FAIILURE AND DESPAIR
IN MY HEAD ARE COMMOTIONS AND NOISES AM UNABLE TO SHARE
SOMETIMES GETTING TOO LOUD AND PAINFUL TO BEAR
I JUST SINK MY HEAD ONTO MY OPEN HANDS AND TEAR DOWN

WITH THE END OF MY TEARS GOES MY PAIN ALBEIT FOR A WHILE
ANOTHER MORNING USHERS IN A GLEANER OF HOPE
SOUNDS OF TRUMPETS ARE WANING INTO THE HORIZON
WEAVER BIRDS SING THEIR SONGS OF HOPE AND TRIUMPH
I LOOK UP THE HEAVENS ON MY KNEES WITH OPEN ARMS
AND MURMUR A SHORT SIMPLE PRAYER OF THANKS GIVING

OOH GOD OF ALL LIVING AND NON LIVING THINGS
PLEASE STRETCH YOUR COMFORTING HAND UNTO ME
LET YOUR UNENDING LOVE ILLUMINATE MY LIFE
AND DROWN ME IN YOUR ETERNAL BLESSINGS
AMEN.

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