in hopes of seeing thee soon
The cloud called The earth responded With a heart felt gratitude Stepping up for the soothing cold touch She didn't ask for much As she walked on her clutch Desperate for the starch You promised So days have gone Son of man They did say he was gone Relegated from sin It has been long We ain't no more strong Maybe I got it all wrong But the widows sing of a song A welded wire of husband that long They hope their own belong So she craves for his return The husband that was full of promise That gifted hand which did browse Through the many gentle souls The widows cry The orphans strife All in vain to have Nothing came not even in half Though time nears So the man preacher says As many walk in grace The death penalty to others They choose to embrace. Come to thee he calls But am an agent of redemption I hope to have you in contemplation Nothing much to mention HOPE TO THEE SOON HE COMETH. ®Peace ©by Ol-Ledama Mdigo