By Kenneth A Hughes
Show me, show me what you see
A scared little boy in a circle of uncertainty
Whispers in the dark trees unknown
He comes in to surrender, Alone
Lies and sin fall from his lips
The boulder he carries falls and splits
Suffering and hell he sees
Promises of Growth gossips the trees
His head is full of confusion and doubt
He’s cold when the stars and fire Go out
Blazing high in the sky Sun ray falls
Mercy from the sand he cries he calls
Like all things in life this too shall end
With the rain his soul begins to mend
Gratitude washes over in crashing waves
Inua, Spirit, uplifts and saves
Show me, show me what you be
A man walks out, “I’m free, I’m free!”
