God's My Dad | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 359: GOD'S MY DAD

while the world speeds by

sunlight looks upon me as I struggle along

and say "you have nothing left",

because this hurt doesn't feel right

but sunlight, you're so wrong,

in my heart, I am rejoicing,

how I wish your burning eyes could see

the gleaned grin that saturates my heart

and how joyfully, I thank God when things go wrong,

because he'll make it right

though this valley of bones

echo the eerie plea of weary souls,

there's a table prepared for me on the mountain top,

I wouldn't settle for crumbs

while the world speeds by

sunlight looks upon me as I struggle along,

all that matters though the world may not see

is that God's my dad and he's got my back

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