#poetry Life was like shattered glassI thought I knew what was best for meBut sin made worst choices for meI felt my joy diminishingLike a vapor extinguishingStruggling to disconnect from the affairOf Hades and destructionAnd there he wasStaring deep in to my eyesHe picked up my broken pieces Love became aboundingEven though I was a […]Read More HE PICKED UP MY BROKEN PIECES
#poetry There he sat in dust Like a forgotten story Clothed with a filthy garment Flies were his companion Always reminding him of his misfortune Oh what a worthless beggar he was No one seemed to care And all men assumed he was a bin And won’t cease to throw dirty words At his old […]Read More I WAS BLIND, BUT NOW I SEE.
Good morning my beautiful friends 🌹Happy New Year Everyone!🎊 Let go of what has a negative effect on you regardless of the time you spent trying to building it up.Start a new year building a new foundation for a better lifeA strong foundation makes a better building.Read More Happy new year my friends
A poem that talks about a man called John Knox, who fought a good fight of faith. It urges everyone to stand up for a righteous course, against the forces of sin. GIVE ME SCOTLAND OR I DIE. He knelt before the altar of prayer, Groaning like a drunken man His tears became a mighty […]Read More “GIVE ME SCOTLAND OR I DIE”.
Slowly it moves like a crawling snail Unnoticed like a creeping chameleon Gradually the altar of prayer turns dusty And the soul becomes thirsty The chambers of hearts becomes lusty Just like Lazarus longing for the rich man’s dinner Covetousness and lasciviousness Smells like long dead rat hidden in a cupboard of secrets sins The […]Read More THE TRAP OF BACKSLIDING
Because I’m a believer The world became my fierce accuser Because I’m a believer I bereaved myself of all worldly attachment Because I’m a believer I became an outcast to my own mother’s children Because I am a believer Persecutions and temptations forced out the meal of joy from my mouth Because I’m a believer […]Read More BECAUSE I’M A BELIEVER
I dedicate this poem to the children who are victims of child marriage. Nothing will change until we act. CHILD MARRIAGE My vocal chords were ready But my heart was edgy Mama read me the story of malana A lad that speaks for the voiceless Voiceless I am As papa arranged the wedding Though it […]Read More CHILD MARRIAGE.