God Poem by Tebogo Tshegofatso

O Emmanuel, fountain and full,
Where is the glory of your grace?
As it broke forth like a suckling,
For joy to embrace your beloved?
Shall our bowels raid the scriptures
In search of thy mercy how long?
O beloved Yah unshakable rock,
Your children scratch dry lands,
And tremble for counterfeit love,
For we as living earthlings tried,
Do command sapless lungs vain,
We can't pray, we cannot praise,
We cannot bawl, we cannot want,
So hell we are promised lest God
Let's that ire go unrequited but God,
We are your little angels as it is,
Nay, but we are worms already as it is,
And if you will for love we raid,
Let the rattle of the rifles, and the bow,
Toll for us who live without hope,
Rejoice, rejoice! For Adonai Yir'eh
Hath this day considered our tears.