Speak To Me Poem by EZEKIEL HARUNA DANBAKI

Speak to me, loving Lord i pray
When before thy throne i kneel
Speak to my soul, fill me with repentant tears
Speak away my doom, and too, my daunting fears

Speak my filth away, leave no crimson stain
And henceforth, to always walk thy lane
Speak to me, flood me with passion divine
Till i yearn and hunger and thirst
Till i lay willing, yielding and ready
Thy message take to sin-ruined souls
Till all else of this world thy message heard

Speak to me, i thy servant be
Crucify my heart into thy bleeding own
Nail-pierce my hands, till thy message take
To all else in the race of ruins
Till such count but none

Speak to me, make I thy prophet be
Send me to the hills and to the lone valleys
Stroll me gladly into the night
For there thy light i see
Speak to me i long to hear thee
For only as thy captive, can i hear thee speak.