23-06-02

In the lowly dust, Lies my mud vesture,
My soul is destined to God’s palace,
The path Is not easy, a sweet torture,
I left my loved ones on earth to suffer,
My soul is free , my thoughts engaged,
In these circumstances can I rest away?
My aging wife and poor kids,
Have no roof, no where to go,
How can I die leaving them alone?
The reward of my deeds is heaven,
But my obligations are undone,
Oh! God please take away the gift,
Grant me my life and send me ,
To my widow wife and orphan kids.
-Keshie
(23-06-02)