Out of darkness we cry to you
Just like Jacob, humble servants that you did choose
You have formed us in the womb of old
Took our fear out of love for us
Turn our desolation to tears of joy
Let the Good News come and destroy
Pain and misery that has encroached
On our lives as we come to you
Given new names as you redeem our souls
You have promised life more abundantly
Poured out waters to those who thirst for you
Flood the streams onto dry ground
Let your Spirit rest on those you’ve found
Bless our offsprings as they spring like grass
Like the willows by the watercourse
Our descendants will walk the way with you
Living heirs till thy kingdom come
Isaiah 44:3 For I will pour water on the thirsty land and streams on the dry ground. I will pour my spirit upon your offsprings and my blessings on your descendants
MARYANN BOSAH 