A GOD A DO IT (excerpt)

Mi a go a doctor from when since when

As mi body wasn’t all dat, an’ on it, mi coulda hardly depen’

But as Ah was climbing de ageing escalator

Ah thought Ah would like fi bear fruits now, rather than later

Dem check mi an’ say, gal sinting mus’ be wrong wid yu

Pints o’ blood and x-rays, wi’ no longer know wha’ fi do!

Mrs B, dis might be hard for yu to believe

But it look like it goin’ difficult fi yu conceive

Some say…try go ‘pon yu head top

Some say…no…yu fi try de belly flop

Ah gwaan like a deh listen, but Ah immediately dismiss

All dem piaw-piaw advice and suspicious foolishness

For de Holy Spirit say wait thou ye ‘pon God

Yu Fawda wi’ full yu belly an’ mek yu ever glad

So one night when de Spirit urge mi, Ah go look fi mi husban’

Ah chups him so ‘im wake an’ say darlin’ mek wi bond…

From: Tales, Praises & Spiritual Rhymes- Pheonia Bailey copyright 2009

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