Thanksgiving Poem by Micheal Nkemchor

Alas it is done
The dreadful nights are over
A new beginning cuts in
It is a neo-dawn

The aches are no more
The pain is a story to tell
The body is new
And the my soul is well

To whom shall i give thanks to?
Should it be to chalks?
Should it be to men on white?
Should it be to wooden carves?

None, but to the Lord of lords
El shaddai, the Pillars of life
Rock of today, still of tomorrow
Give Jehovah thanks.