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