Time and time again
We sit back and we gloat;
Though we don’t make the rain,
We plant and we boast.
Still, the little we plant
God multiplies in love,
And yet we brag:
By my muscles and brains,
My sweat
Has borne these breakthroughs!

I used to call myself a whiz-kid;
I used to ride my bike with a skid;
I used to think the world all rosy –
That all my dreams will come, so easy!
But today the whiz, the skid,
Dreams and self:
All are vain!
I look to Jesus, my strength and Chief.


Copyright ©2005. Elo Igboeli. All Rights Reserved.

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