“Lord, You seem so far away
A million miles or more, It feels today
And though I haven’t lost my faith
I must confess right now
That it’s hard for me to pray
But I don’t know what to say
And I don’t know where to start
But as You give the grace
With all that’s in my heart
I will sing,
I will praise,
Even in my darkest hour
Through the sorrow and the pain
I will sing,
I will praise,
Lift my hands to honor You
Because Your word is true,
I will sing
Lord it’s hard for me to see
All the thoughts and plans
You have for me …
Even in my darkest hour
Through the sorrow and the pain
I will sing,
I will praise…
By Don Moen
You lost your dad at age three (3) and the bond between you and I grew stronger. We were very much attached to each other.
Kobla, to me you were not only a son, but a friend, a brother and more. You were my strength, my everything and I appreciate every single moment we spent together. You and I were very close and we spoke almost every day. Anytime I called you ‘Kobla’; your response was ‘Yes, Mummy’. This was so comforting and loving. We never struggled in understanding each other. You truly cared for me and provided all my needs.
One of the exciting moments I recall was the Speech and Prize Giving day I attended during your sixth form days in Achimota School with your Grandfather and other members of the family. On that day, you made me a proud mother as you swept all the prizes in all the four (4) subjects you offered and also received the overall Best Student award. The applause was so loud and unstoppable and I remember your grandfather stood up and said “Patrick, I will take you to America”. You were such a brilliant child any mother would be proud of. While you were in KNUST, you obtained a scholarship to study in Dartmouth College in America making your grandfather’s dream come true.