When the sun is all
bright
All is going to be
all right
Holding me with a
might
Runs away every
fright
A grip so tight
That even by the
night
When gone is the
light
Still at His sight
Assured me than a
times eight
That He is going to
fight
Yes, I know it’s all right
Wind though it blows
Mind never bows
Bound are the vows
Dried be the land, my
sail still rows
Moistened not be the
earth, my fountain still flows
Darkened be the days,
heart still glows
Whispered that though
sharp the claws
Sharpened are His,
than mightiest paws
Awed, He has in daily
dawns
Victored assurance by
the trumpet blows
Anchored ship, in
storm not sways
MUTHONI NYAGA
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