Wash Me, Oh Lord Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

In the land of hopelessness
I am buried in a grave of uncertainty
Not a single ray of hope in sight
I am under the heavy burden of disease
Wash me, oh Lord
Of all the thick phlegm in my lungs
Wash me, oh Lord
Of all the hopelessness in my spirit
Wash me, oh Lord
Of all the uncertainty in my mind
Fill me with hope
May I be the path of Light
Where hopelessness does not dwell
Where diseases are unknown
Where uncertainty does not exist
May I find the joy of the spirit
And wallow in the bowl of nothingness
May your Light shine
All over this desolate land
May your Spirit be known
Unto all the corners of the world
As it's in the vastness of eternity
As you open the heavens
May the heart of Man be your cup
As you pour your Love
Into the bowl of our existence
May the ray of hope fill our hearts

Dedicated to those who are sick with Covid-19 disease
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