The Poetry Of A Girl In West Africa

Letter to the Congregation

For many years,

The faith in Christ

I shared with you

Obedience, to the religion

Undefiled.

With all my life

I showed you love

Now all knives

Are out for me

You forsake me

You pray, am cursed

The darkest days

Remember!

I stood by you

When joy knew not your heart.

For your trouble

I made it mine

In your sorrow

I took no pleasure

Yet, you cast me out

among your mist

You spat woefully, upon my face

The holy temple you said

I've defiled

You forbade me

You said, am bewitched.

In my miseries, you rejoiced

You turned your back at me

But why has thou forsaken me this time I need you more?

Remember, o, brethren!

That my family

you are in Christ.

I lament to thee day and night

I've made a song

Of my darkest days

"Not the end of the world

My God tells me so.

For He had listen to my cries.

Of my faith, He said

I've been tested

And the pangs, He said

Endure, you will conquer

Then upon my head

He placed the crown

For a conqueror I am Christ.

Seeing that I have been tested of my faith

The mercies of the lord had stayed with me.