It's a new month, another month of hope
Over the years we have always coped
Because God has sustained us, not the pope
On our necks the devil has tried the rope
Hoping to have us buried but we were seeds
God overlooked our shortcomings and saw our good deeds
We are more precious to Him as to the chiefs, the beads
All He wants is for us, His instructions to heed
Forever by His right hand, He leads
Supplying everything our human nature needs
Hoping to have us focus on Him
As a farmer separate the plants from the weeds
Just a short poem to remind us that we got here with God's help and we would always need Him. A reminder that we are special to Him and He wants us even more closer.
Happy new month, people.
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My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
