Father God I’ve cried my Nile…
All efforts to stop, multiply, fared futile
And gathered has Thee, every rolled drop
Tomorrow You ask me, give me an account of
To what will I subject a depressed me
Life felt heavy be my indignant plea
Have You not laid down, all for my sake,
Give Me your yoke, and Mine take
How many tears gathered in glass
Will Thou overlook Father, let it pass
The callous word so insolently spoken
Settled on a gentle person, left so broken
The whispered sorry, so hushed unheard
What damage to undo, pain smeared
Bottled in guilt, stream out all
Hiding behind pride, a congeal wall
Added waters, flow past my Nile.
A dried stained face saunters to You
Seeking eagerly to stop, how? has no clue
Wretched pompous moments of the past
Added waters to my Nile, don’t last
Father in His love, with His rod to chasten
Pound my crooked paths to straighten
And what father who loves will not discipline
Abba, tears worn out, left behind a sparkled sheen
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Touching indeed !
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