He who owns all soul

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He who owns all souls;

Comfort me still ,

Melt my wounded spirit ,

Inspire my wandering heart.


He who owns all souls 

Make my sun  blue and gold 

Built in your vineyard 

Filled with a desire against the world.


He who owns all souls;

Save my suffering eyes 

To see your merciful sides 

In comforting mounting cries.


Ayeni Taiwo

©2022


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Comments

Ayeni_Silas said…
He who owns all soul hear my sobbering heart and help me find comfort in thy bossom.
7 May 2022 at 08:22
Anonymous said…
Here's my favorite 😊🔥
2 June 2022 at 10:07
Ayeni Taiwo said…
A Sunday letter to God.
Checked✓

Thanks for your wonderful reviews.
4 June 2022 at 03:04
Anonymous said…
Amazing write up
28 July 2022 at 17:15
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