Divine Healing

By Olorode Samuel

Take on my bow
This journey I’ve made to sway.
So easy but made too hard.
Life itself is complex
That non can get its puzzle.

One thing is lack of funds to live,
And another is a deteriorated health.
Who’s here to come of aid?
Non, I mean non is of love.
From afar they make their lash
With no aid for a better hope.

Will I live my day as this
Till I leave this soil?
Hope it’s not this soon.
For this week stuff has made me lust.
Yet in all I glorify my maker.
For in him there’s greater hope
Death or alive my praise will not end.
Cos divine healing is his
And it will manifest in me.