O! Maker, let the rain fall from the sky,
And bring peace to our inner light,
For our hope is almost gone; dimming in our sight
With the faith which was once the strength 'hind our might.
Bring a smile to our face o! Gracious father
That we may caper and dance to your temple;
Singing joyously with our mouth filled with laughter,
And clapping happily with hands that does not tremble.
O! Gracious father, declare your sacred vow,
And bring happiness to our weary heart,
For only your aid can make a difference,
And give us hope to face tomorrow.
© Okunola Peace
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