Hear My Cry Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

HEAR MY CRY
In the brook of the morrow when all feet gather in my welcome from the womb,
Hear my cry
The season when i lay waste in chasing shadows,
Hear my cry.
When i flip to my purse and it all seems to end,
Hear my cry.
Hear my cry dear God.
When i call for a restore health,
Hear my cry.
When my wallet seems to be empty,
Let me not be Judas to deny your trust.
In righteousness let me enjoy my breath.
My thinking has gone wide in the manifestation of your coming,
Still hear my cry.
When i lay my hands on the sick and dead,
Hear my cry.
Never cease to hear me before i go on unreturned journey.