Who can free the roving mind?
For though, it roams free
It’s parched and weary
From its travels…

Who can help the troubled heart,
Bear its burden?
For it calls out for help,
But who can hear?

Who can wake the dawn?
Those long winter nights
Who can help the sun see
The beauty its warmth brings

Who for mankind’s reprieve
Died a shameful way
But rose in glorious day
To bring us close to Him…

(c) Chukwudi I.