OluseyiGive me Children lest I die
My heart filled with melancholic thoughts
Wearied eyes of tears that refused to dry
Troubled body, spirit and soul, shout:
'Give me children lest I die!'
Speak to my womb and it'll come alive,
Like You commanded and the bones arose.
Touch my soul and my spirit shall thrive,
Give me children lest I die!
My world's a shame without their cry,
The home a battle when the desire is high,
Peace of mind forlorn when the cot is dry,
Give me children lest I die!
I'm an outcast among my own,
My voice is lost, my courage is drowned,
My heart is bloody but not unbowed,
Give me children lest I die!
My adversary relishes in my affliction,
His family in rage with a terse decision,
Sworn to deny me my place with ruthless aggression,
Give me children lest I die!
For what's the joy of she, called a mother, without a child?
What's the glory of a father without a survivor?
What's the legacy of a leader without a successor?
Give me children lest I die!
As the arrows emboldens the mighty man,
So are the children surety for a father,
The image of the parents in the days of yore,
Reminisces of our actions in our formative years,
Lord give me children lest I die
For with what will I meet You my Saviour?
For thou will ask the fruit of my labour,
What shall be my fate if my story is sour?
Let them arrive from the throne of grace,
The abode of angels and saints of old,
Who loved the Lord and earned His praise,
Whose names we cherished when their tales are told,
Not a brutal being like Jezebel of old,
Nor the sinister Judas who's heart is cold,
But a Joanna and John who loved the Lord,
Lord give me such children before I die!
-Oluseyi Ogunbanwo
