TEARS AT THE FATHER’S FEET

Darkness hovers around my days

Even as my heart searches your ways

My joy is intermittent

And my troubles I lament

In your court to the thousands of angels

You have dispatched amongst your people

My voice is shrouded by my sins

My mirth dwindles and my sorrows increases

I see no more, for my eyes are covered with tears

I breathe no more for my nostrils are choked with my past

My road is filled with thorns

My path covered with wrongs

I see morning

But night comes so fast

I am lost in my thoughts

I recognise myself no more

My illusion, my reality

I wet your feet with my tears

I lay in your court, my fears

Bread of heaven

Be my haven

In my plight all I see is you

My pen writes less

But my spirit speaks volumes

Burn my lamentations into fumes

Turn my trouble into sweet tunes

And let my liberation be my news