Prophetic wind of change coming through.
When usual things are strange; not like we use to.
I feel, I hear, I plea, ever like now I need it
In spring to bring a stage of complete!
This is it, in this moment of bliss
I hear it sing blowing over everything in a hiss
Feel so nice and soothing
It reassuring its cooling
Just love this feeling.
Maybe something just passing.
Maybe prayers seek landing
Could just be momentary finding
But the hope it brings is worth believing
Just might be the waited revealing
In this life of search and finding
The one thing I speak when chanting
I am Living, dying, that this somehow change.
Nigerian made
May 2, 2011 at 5:55p
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