Entreaty For Success

  • Lord,
    Clout my words
    Set my hands
    And move my legs,
    Miss me from stoppage sword
    Spot me like an innocent child
    Harden my cord
    Let all difficult rivers be ford
    Stop all bees’ hordes
    As I go honey hound.
  • Milk and honey fond
    My life be straightforward,
    But if I’m to live to die wretched;
    Why shall I be born or get my sword stretched?
    Oh, lord!
    Like in my mother’s womb, give me a cord
    Strengthen me like a rod
    Listen to my entreaty for victory.
  • (C) 2010
    The True Poesy

    written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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