EXPRESSIVE MINDS

When suddenly my heart misses a beat Surely I know you are close by I feel so restless until I take a seat And only hope to see you pass by This is not what I want, all I want is you Once I see you my heart is revived It brings so much joy I can’t even describe Only to leave me wondering how others have survived For surely, there is no remedy in what they prescribe This is not what I want, all I want is you Constantly fond memories of us invade my thought The most wonderful, being the trip to Dakar I didn’t think we would come to a naught After all the efforts to have come this far Surely,  this is not what I want.  All I want is you

Sing to me a song A song to touch my soul A soul that is vexed and wearied Yes, wearied of its own sins Sing to me a song A song of healing to revive my soul A soul about to perish from disobedience Yes, disobedience leading to destruction Sing to me a song A song of forgiveness to calm my soul A soul in need of repentance and pardon Yes, pardon to escape the wrath of the Lord

Ask me, what I wish to be, To answer – I would say to you, I wish to be the pride and pleasure of my father, The delight and desire of my mother. Trust me, I wish to be the joy and hope of my family. So say to my father, not to give up on me. Declare to my mother, not to have any bitter regrets. Truly, day after day to their woes, I increase. And the incessant moments of heartbreaks, I acknowledge. For far too countless times are the broken promises and unheeded cautions. Though still fresh are the heartaches and disappointments; Yet, with shame, I dare to implore their mercy. Tell them both to end their grieving. For I’m on the road to Damascus. Like Paul, my conversion is imminent.

With diligence mama worked. Without discontentment or complaint, she prevailed. Strong or weak, she persevered. Laziness among her colleagues, she avoided. Secretly, they mocked mama. With hope mama persisted. Without shame or pride, she toiled. Good or bad times, she believed. Vain conversations among her neighbours she shunned Secretly, they gossiped about mama. With grace mama flourished. Without relenting and ceasing, she prayed. Day or night, she interceded. Extravagance among her peers, she overlooked Secretly, they respected mama. With determination mama saved. Without sleep or rest, she endured. Rain or shine, she laboured. Impoverishment among her friends she evaded. Secretly, they envied mama.