Happiness is a therapy,
Sorrow takes you to sympathy,
Make no man lead you to pity,
Take joy to your sitting.
Deep calls unto deep,
Love is the head of our ship,
Men thinking is deep and thick,
Yet the joy of the lord is my fleet.
Usher me to the boulevards of freedom,
Lead me not to the place of weardom,
For my happiness will grow to stardom.
Make joy your daily flow,
Let your face be tush and glow,
Let happiness be your yearly goal,
Find rest in God abounding boat.
Greenhills Emmanuel Amarayahweh
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The Cries of Wisdom
Wisdom Cries
Come unto me and receive rest,
And I will help you overcome life’s greatest test.
Come into me and waste not your youth,
And I will purse devourers off your booth.
She calls to all pigmentations of men,
‘Come unto me and I will give you rest.’
‘Let me in’ she says,
‘That I may come and sup with you.’
The foolish knows not her voice,
Without her the weak becomes void
Silver and gold are at her feet,
Honour and glory are part of her gifts.
She is an anchor to kings
And she is the crown of queens.
GreenHills Emmanuel is the writer of this poem.
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