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HEAVEN KNOCKING HANDS


Heaven reaches out
Knocking roofs & Tar
Heaven seeking us
Crying out heavy drops
Scattered hands drumming loud
Every house, every Lot

Bells of drumming tears
A hundred miles within reach
Heavens bid a cold return
It reaches to mend the torn
Separation cast men gone
Heaven longs to seek the lost
Elderly, woman, man flee its call
It seeks to wash the blood, hatred
Street down its core
The sweat, cleansing all our sores

It brings relief, wind and wet
Travelled distance heart resolved
With simple message kids  rejoice
Drilling life, pounding crust
We hear the sail flowing round
We know His love we'd seen the cross
Caged denial we refuse its thrust

Heaven spits the body clean
The heart, mind within a sheath
The voice we hear, listen you hear
Hard knocks knocking roofs out loud
Return you vile and gone afar
I bid a welcome return

Heaven knocking hands reaching
Drizzling tears seeking us
Greed gripped goons within its sphere
In faded tunes sounds recoil,
Withhold & seek a next
In silence we surge once again
No remorse no concern
Perhaps our children does.

Paul Aremooluwa
Copyright 2016

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