I’m happy the son of God is my friend
Yes I am happy! So happy
And I wanna give praise.
James said when you are a merry man
Then, you should sing psalms
But you know what?
Life is not always a bed of roses
And though the just live by faith
There are times when things would be so gloomy
In those times, should we faint?
Even Psalms were not written when the psalmist was happy
“It is well” was the aftermath of a crisis
A singer once said when trouble comes my way
The lord I will praise
My generation changed and redefined
Only to success we are inclined
When failure comes a knocking at your door
Attractive distractions and distractive attractions
When death wants your life like its author
When there are lesser answers than questions
When u seem surrounded by foes
When everything keeps falling apart
When the eye sees nothing but woe
And the ear, a chain reaction of attacks
When tears drench your pillow all night
When sickness keeps its watch on me
When oblivion and obloquy seems my right
When strength fails even to weep
Tell me what do we do?
Written by Lawal Kafayat Gold