I Just Wan Hear Your Voice

Papa call me Tuesday morning
As I dey iron shirt for work
I put phone between neck and shoulder
“Daddy, wetin happen? Talk”
He say, “Nothing. How your body?
That your cough don leave you so?”
I say, “Yes sir. How much you need?”
He keep quiet for the phone
Then he laugh, say, “Keep your money
Person no fit call him boy?
I just finish breakfast, sit for outside
Say make I hear your voice”

After work, I sit for motor
Before I drive commot the gate
That small thing wey Papa tell me
Come follow me throughout the day
Every time I kneel for prayer
I dey first arrange my case
Count the days wey I read Bible
Find good reason to show face
If the week no go too correct
I go let the praying wait
Like say Father dey check attendance
Before He hear wetin I say

Baba, na Your pikin dey call
Today, I no get speech
I get plenty things to tell You
Some never turn to words
Through Jesus, I belong to You
Your Spirit teach my heart
To say, “Abba, Father”
Even when I no know where to start

For our Bible study Wednesday
We reach Romans chapter eight
“Spirit of adoption”
I ask teacher make e wait
“Then why I dey fear to meet Him
Anytime I miss my way?”
He say, “Son fit need correction
And still remain him father’s child
Bring the wrong come into daylight
Tell the truth and turn around
You no need run from the Father
Wey send Jesus bring you near”

I fit quote the verse, still dey practise distance
Turn every prayer meeting to another entrance exam
If I do well, I go talk; if I fall, I disappear
But the Spirit wey He give me dey teach my heart draw near
Chineke, I don tire to dey edit every sentence
I need help with this temper, I need sense for this decision
And that joy wey happen Monday, I wan tell You that one too
Make I learn to bring my whole day come sit down with You

That night, I leave my Bible open
Sit down gently by the bed
“Father, work today was heavy”
Na the first thing wey I said
I tell You where I lose my patience
Ask forgiveness, ask for help
Then I thank You for my daughter
And the funny thing she said

Baba, na Your pikin dey call
I no need polish my voice
Through Jesus, I belong to You
You welcome me as Your own
For the things I understand
And the ones I cannot name
Your Spirit teach me, “Abba, Father”
I fit come to You again

Saturday, I phone my papa
He say, “Son, hope all is well?”
I say, “Nothing spoil, Daddy
I just wan hear your voice”