Lord, Thy Glory Be: A short poem

Lord, Thy Glory Be: A short poem

 

Lord, thy glory be

To that lone guava tree

On which in my childhood, I could sit and see

That distant future when I shall go oversea.

 

Lord, thy glory be

To that blessed guava tree,

For the fruits it bore, I sold for my school fee,

And my entire family every morning from it, drank tea.

 

Lord, thy glory be

To this day I comfortably lie on my bed in Tennessee;

A foreign land where I am misery-free,

But that native guava tree, I am no longer privileged to see.

 

Lord, thy glory be

To all who sincerely pray to thee,

For although I can now right my wrongs with a just referee,

Sooner or later, I will from here to my homeland flee.

            Nkwetatang Sampson Nguekie