Kojoni

She's got much gold So much gold in her gaze. When she stares I dare not stay unfazed. Though she's ebony, her darkness is my light. Beaming with such glory at the sight of her night. She throws up gemstones clear stones of orthoclase when words flow from her stream they cause my wet weakness. She's not just royalty Hera is her protege twice. I'm turned to cold karats Cos she's got golden eyes. Words Orthoclase: transparent yellow stone or feldspar. Hera: From Greek mythology, the goddess of women.

I've heard a lot about seeds About sowing About the harvest When reaping becomes the reward. But what about my life? Have I sown that? Am I truly the living sac? Lord, help me lord. I've listened to pastor preach severally It's difficult for me Because my pockets don't like the message They feel lonely soon after. I have read I have spread Spread my bread upon the waters But have I sold out my all? Is my heart fully offered? I've put my hands to the plough But Sodom seeks me out Lord, help me Lord. Father says bring your first-fruit I'll obey Godly counsel But have I sown myself? Have I sown my life?