In the arms of Jah

Prayer

Here up and down, and up……and down I gaze.
The rain has fallen, the ground is still dry.
The words were spoken, the ground is still dry.
I was deceived by the innocent appearance of my youth!

I spent my early life at YOLO the Cliché,
My heart clung to the impossible hope.
My eye descends the rain of impossible hope.
My face is rugged like a desert which I want to desert!

My sin stained garment is now a bumba clat,
spiritually I can see the blood trail of Jah on the floor,
spiritually I can see His wound oozing blood to the floor.
My heart is torn apart, the river bed of the river Jordan is thick with ooze but
still I’m longing for a promise land.

Here I am lord take me as I am lord,
I’ve seen how this land lies , in your arm lord I wanna lie!