When the time is ready,
I the Lord will make it happen,
This for long I have waited,
I have waited till I have waited enough.

A home in paradise He went to build,
A home made of gold how does this sound?
This is what I wouldn't want to miss,
To compensate my once rotten iron sheets.

The right path I must follow,
This is the requirement to meet,
With this all the goodies I won't miss,
Sweet sang songs the food I am told.

How sweet is it to work with no tire?
How wealthy will I be after pocketing those riches?
The correct lead I will take,
Rotting in hell I can't stomach.

Father the God above,
To you an hourly sinner I bow,
Mine sins cleanse and forgive,
The home like paradise allocate me a room.


© June Mwangangi (Zari)