THE HAND THAT GIVES, TAKES

Woke up this morning

Across the road they are mourning

For our beloved one, Steve is gone

Like a beacon, for our tribe Steve has shone

He would be a great leader at the age of fifty five, it was our estimation

Now in consolation, I say Steve reached his destination

Believe me folks; God had not let us down

With his love he does not let any of us drown

But for a new kingdom, he gives us a crown

As much as we set our goals and targets in style

 To achieve them, no matter how hard we try

Without his blessings, so as to reach them we cannot fly

For in this wilderness and strange lands; our trades we ply

Ultimately, holding our heads and fuming, we will cry

Are we forgetting that in his love we dwell

During the sunny days, saying everything is so well

But during dark hours; with fear, our hearts swell

With you cringing back into your shell

Oh folks, God always look after us, can’t you tell

He protected our beloved Steve’s leg in the night of the fight

Steve did not put his footings right

For it was dark, he lost his sight

But when he called HIS name, the Almighty heard his plight

And with joy he went into flight

And his enemies he conquered in the fight during that night

That was the day he became a Knight

But now the hand that gives has taken

The world around us appears shaken

It was there from Steve’s childhood as a guide

And with its guidance, everyday Steve won a prize

No objection, the hand that gives has taken

To us it might appear the wrong time

But the Almighty, for His reasons knows its fine

The hand that gives has taken