For An Answered Prayer

When the leaves were dry in the budding season
We took our prayers and forsook our reason;
Bound our hearts with the thick cord of purpose
To ascertain the certainty of harvest. in humility
We knelt, being sincere, concise and not verbose,
For we feared our turn would suffer futility

And when the roots came drying ‘neath the earth,
On the verge of losing all our plantations' worth -
Purpose now embedded in our resolute hearts,
Faces on the ground to reach the uppermost heavenly parts -
We groaned invariably: family by family with sacrifices
For atonement of generational shadows that lingered,
For the re-erection of our walls and our ruined edifices,
For the reinstatement of lives obviously endangered

Thaank you Jehova God For An Answered Prayer