@ADEPRETTY 6 August 2020 more from that month

The Weak Is Chosen

Early in the days of my life I war against my maker, Ever is he calling to give life and ever am I a joker, he always pleaded me to choose life but my yes was to the destroyer, oh! How poor I was. My pride grew as I do but his love remains unchanged I smiled on as I say to death; I do but his mercy remains unchanged, I erred in all I do but his patience remains unchanged, oh! How wretched I was. I got to a way unknown, the destroyer left me as a prey, death was near unknown and I know not how to pray, then I saw a hand unknown, he took the pains away and rest to my wandering soul oh! How happy I am. Now I am with my maker and to my soul he gave rest, bye-bye to the destroyer and yes to him that give rest, I am here to feast in love Only because am the weak now chosen Let the weak say, “I am chosen”.