PRAISE

The evil wind arise and blows

Wind vane searches where it goes

Arrows pointing towards my direction

Waiting to know its resting point

Chaos and confusion up in my head

All in wondering thoughts and fear

Claws of sorrow and pain surrounds me

Tears stored up waiting to roll down my cheek

On my knees i go with deliberate effort

Desiring to make a plea to creator

My head stuck with words to say out loud

Yet no strength to let it all out

Then I decide to lift my hands

With songs of praise from my head

Begin to crack my vocals to sing

To cast away this evil wind

Not able to stand the praise it hovers

All in it are grieviances and displeasure

I keep singing, it howls and wavers

But all in vain, skips off with shame

Battle is over i’m up and doing

Praising creator not in a feign form

Mocking and shooting the devil with praise

The devil looking with shame and revulsion

HIS HEAD IS UNCOVERED

Moves around with glowing intentions

Search and researches bringing inventions

To bring the people of God down in the nations

Knowing they are growing beyond comprehension.

Noise and noise of several disasters

Many around running helter scelter

Scattering abroad to find shelter

Everything around just being altered.

Then here i am as bold as a lion

Coming down from the place of zion

Matching onward with the feet of iron

With the intentions of him in a dungeon

Then i look and see his heads’ uncovered

So with a smile i go not bothered

Moving boldly with stones unhindered

Shooting him in his head uncovered