Treasure Island

Matthias Pantaleon

(August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

I Look Up To You


My laugh hurts and my heart is heavy
It sours when I sing out loud and skip lines
I lost composure and be miserable
For a grief soul is never at heart ease
But in the heat of all this
I look up to you

You light the sun to bright my dark
The star to soft my sleep
You are my helper when days are evil
And my table holds no bread

When my sight fail and my legs
could carry me no more
I look up to you
when the market desert
Moon refuse to give forth its light
I look up to you

I am but a child
Lead me by the hands
I look up to you dear Lord

Submitted: Wednesday, April 03, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 05, 2014

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To Jesus Christ with love

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