Heavenly Father

Heavenly father, lift me up

When I’m down on my knees

Hear my cry, to you dear lord

Life is a test, the challenges are many

And I am weak

But you are the refuge

Of which I seek

While many

Cannot find a reason

Help me to bear fruit

In my season

Help me to withstand

Life`s stormy weather

With faith in you

I know it will get better

Heavenly father

Hear me when I pray

Give a listening ear

To what your humble servant

Has to say

 © Leon Pryce

     Excerpt from the book “Immortalized Through Poetry”

     Visit my author page at: www.ctupublishinggroup.com/leon-pryce-.html

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My Story

You don`t know my story

You`ve never listened

To my song

You`ve only choose

To accuse me

Of all the things I’ve

Done wrong

But I’m here by faith

It is the only thing which

Keeps me going on

Many days I can`t lift my eyes unto the hills

Because they are heavy

With tears

So I choose to get down

On my knees

And cried to the only person

I knew would understand

The language of my tears

But you see

You`ve never had trouble

And you`ve never had pain

You`ve never been out

Of water

And just dying for the lord

To send some rain

You`ve always had people

That cared about you

So you`ve never felt ignored

Every now and then

So you can stand there

And pretend

But the lord is my witness

Because he`s the only one there

When I’m having sleepless nights

So when you see me smiling

Smile with me

And if the Holy Spirit prompts you

Pray for me

Because there is nothing stronger

Than a Christian family

Lord I give you all

My praises

And rejoice thankfully

That throughout my storms

You calmed the mighty winds for me

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My Days In Poverty

I never forget my days

In poverty

I never forget

The Dry bulla and the bread

The butter-pan with

Sugar and water

That never left my head

I never forget

The dumpling and butter

Playing in dirty water running from the gutter

Or even bathing in the rain

That used to be my

Only shower

I never forget 

going to school

It was only

Fried dumplings and bag juice

A little exercise book and a piece of pencil

In my knapsack that was

 on my back.

Sometimes I felt so blue, because my grandmother

Could not afford a pair of shoes

Those were my days

In poverty

So there`s no need for anyone to envy me

When you see me acting with pride and dignity

Most of my life growing up

I had no TV

But if I go to my

Neighbor`s house

My grandmother would

Beat me.

Whenever I looked on

My feet, I can`t help

But smile

Because they did some

Very hard work

Growing up as a child

My grandmother could not afford bus fare

So wherever we`re going

We had to make up our minds

To walk a few long miles

Those were the days

But there`s a very important role

That poverty played:

I have learnt a lot, and

It taught me

How to appreciate life in good and bad days

I`m still not rich, but I’ve come a long way

I have accomplished many things

In my life today

I never forget

Porridge without milk or bush tea without sugar

At nights when time is hot

The wind outside was all we got

I never forget 

Going to church

Only a few coins

My grandmother could bring

Because she could not find enough to pay her tithing

When church was through, the elders and deacons

Would overlook you and shake the hands

Of those who are richer

Than you

I never forget

Because all those things are

A part of me

Night and day I used to pray

For the heavenly father

To rescue us

From the grips of poverty

I was never bound for destruction

Because deep down I knew

My life was under construction