When I face the North,
Challenges face me;
When I face the South,
It is challenges I see.
When I face the East,
Betrays me, the West.
Becomes grief my feast;
Becomes my all worst!
Yet, I’ll forget the past.
What I am looking for, I’ve got;
Why still not free, am I?
I wanted children, and sought;
Why do my cries go high?
It seems the good thing I wanted is now a burden.
It seems I was fighting rather for pains.
Now I have many children, money, and a building!
Yet these reliefs have put me in chains.
Even so, I’ll forget the past.
The more I think of this, the sadder, I feel.
So I’ll close my eyes and pray, rather.
This will help the pain in my heart to heal:
Because will hear my cries my Father.
His grace is sufficient for me, I know;
He will uphold me, with His Right Hand.
He will soon His salvation to me show;
He will uphold me and help me to stand.
And so, I’ll forget the past.
All my problems shall soon pass away;
All my sorrows shall shortly fade.
My worries shall for comfort make way;
My cries shall be somewhere laid.
“Many are the afflictions of the Righteous;
But the Lord delivereth him from them all.”
God cherishes me; to Him, I am precious.
He will uplift me yet again, whenever I fall.
O, I’ll forget the past!
ISAAC ESSOUN
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