A road full of thorns,
A climb full of stones,
stout hearted but went slow,
Yes, but I am through!
So many, I tried
Work, discipline, prayer....
Often fell and cried,
But in waiting was a top layer.
As if riding on a flat tyre,
Was strained and made damn tired,
Finally wearing a golden attire,
For my stumblings all retired.
So grateful is all I say,
For this, a dream day,
Thank you Lord for this way,
You've helped me to lay,
keep me up, please I pray.
By Stephen Obeli
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