Ambushed by the thieves of
life
Tested by the authors of
time
Life stood still as I
buried a soul
Abba Father
I hailed to my creator
seeking his face
that seemed buried in the
mud
Winds brushed the life off
my cheeks
Cracks of life, marinaded
by sorrow
Tears, a fountain of agony
No difference between my
skin and pain
Abba Father
I yielded my soul to whoever
would take it
Perplexed, my life took
detour to misery
Abba Father
I wept to my redeemer
Mugged by the deathly
hallows
Stripped off of faith
Nearing to an end bucket
of patience
Abba Father
I grovelled to the heir of
the Kingdom
In garments of despair I
hummed tunes seeking redemption
Abba Father
I married the night of
darkness
Seeking light at nightfall
Calling whomever would
lend an ear
Abba Father
I felt him run his fingers
of falsity down my spine
Wrapped in all that
glitters he stood
To never wither he pleaded
to remain
His facade as old as time
Dressed in fabrics of
tricks
Fixated I stood at the
edge of glory
Counting the coins of my
decease veiled with wealth
He offered me the time of
yesterday
Abba Father
I took a wrong turn in the
right lane
Turned a blind eye to his
flashy promises
One by one I ate from my
wounds
Abba Father
Why have you forsaken me?