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Redeem Us



From dawn to gloom

We watch for the day of atonement.

Seasons came, reasons same

Hear our outcry O savior

Bare, our livelihood in penury.

Till when will the sounds

Of the whisperers be heard,

The sounds of redemption

To strike and dispel

The gloom of doom

So the snarl-ups of grief and anguish

Heaped in our life be gone?

When will we tap our feet to the ground

Nod and sing to the sound;

The alleluia of our second being?

We will keep watch and pray

For the day of redemption.

© 2021 Isaac Teye Coffie