Only If We Pray

Arnold M.G. Katta-Kaduya I

The God we call upon in jovial moments
Remain the same in muscular predicaments

Let these mortal hands gather
And lift this load to the Father
We can’t help watching our boat sink
Each of us should try to think
Where we’ve gone wrong
And change the lyrics of our song

This may seem undoable
But we serve a God who is able
What is impossible to Him?
Only if we would voice a hymn
That would sprint to the heavenly doors
And stimulate healing rains onto our souls
Sagging to the brim
Razing the one big dream
We have jealously guarded for ages
A world flooded with brews
Of peace, love and robust health
A Paradise quarantined in the bosom of Mother Earth

The God we call upon in jovial moments
Remains the same in muscular predicaments
And this Goliath blocking our way
Can be quashed away
And hid in the lifeless layer
Only with a submissive prayer