SIFA - just a WORD

MY DAILY PRAYER

2011-06-07T16:00:00.001+03:00

Thank YOU LORD for making me a success and forgive me if at any one point I forgot that it was YOU.

DEAR LORD, even though I am a success, I pray that YOU always remind me where I came from.

Though I am great, I pray that YOU give me such humility that I never forget to help those who are not as great as I am.

Though I am rich and full of knowledge, I pray that I may use these strengths to uplift those who have not these strengths.

Even when I feel that I never lack, DEAR GOD, let me remember that when my brother doesn’t have, so do I and therefore I should strive to provide when they really deserve it.

DEAR GOD let me never boast about my strengths and refuse to share my wisdom with others. Teach me how to teach so that I may inspire others to greater heights.

DEAR LORD help me not to close my eyes on those who look up to me that I may not see their cries for help. Let me see all sides so that I can see even those behind me and be ready to turn back and help them. It is only human nature to feel dragged by those who are behind me but give me YOUR patience.

Do not let my ears close on those who shout for help. Give me ears that hear even before spoken to so that I may be able to help those who cannot speak for themselves.

LORD give me a mind that thinks about others first and me last. Fill it with wisdom LORD, so that it may know the difference between selfish desires and the true desire to reach out to others.

Give me hands that touch glory and at the same time touch dirt so as to clean and bring up to GLORY. Never let me forget that my hands were once dirty and YOU washed them and now they are clean gifted hands! Accordingly, always remind me to go down to that very spot and even lower so that I can get and uplift the hands there that they may see YOU.

Give me strides that go that extra mile after that extra mile. Give me feet to carry those who cannot stand on their own till they are able to walk their own miles after that extra mile.

GOD YOU know where I was and now YOU see where I am and YOU know YOU are not done with me yet. So help me bring up those who are where I was, to where I am so that they might be better than what you have made me.

THE OTHER LAND

2011-05-06T13:37:00.002+03:00

Take me with the wind to the land with no suffering./ Don’t tell me that it doesn’t exist coz I can hear people singing./

So take me to this land where there is happy music,/ where life is long but we still don’t misuse it./

Take me to this place where life is long,/ where humans easily distinguish between right and wrong./

So take me to these humans who value the worth of life/ and I will take you to a president who only values the wrath of his wife./

Take me to these people who care about one another,/ where people don’t beg, no poverty no hunger./

Please take me to this place where there is no poverty,/ where observing basic human rights is integrity./

So take me to where these rights are observed,/ where despite one’s power the law gives the justice deserved./

So take me to this place where justice is fair/ and I will take you to a government that doesn’t seem to care./

Take me to the law making where everyone is included,/ where everyone is free and spite is eluded./

So take me to where freedom is mined/ where living standards are clearly defined./

Take me to these standards where the money I earn is my own,/ where leaders’ oath to service is not bought but ingrown!/

Take me to the leaders who give us honey instead of bees’ wax/ and I will take you to a parliament where the members comfortably don’t pay tax./

So take me to a parliament where the members legally came in/ and leadership is democratic and not self-proclaiming./

Take me to this democracy that fights for its people,/ where the law regards everyone as equal./

So take me to this law which from oppression will set us free at last,/ where we will look back and be proud of our past./

History repeats itself but because I am proud I don’t want my previous votes back,/ I would prefer new faces and only then will I take my vote and make my move work./

(LOVE)

2011-04-13T15:54:00.000+03:00

I do not say I know love, /

Nor place my relationship above/ others like others have. /

I do not say I know the difference between love and hate, /

Yet/ it’s not something I can test. / I only attest/ to what I feel is best, /

That which touches what is in my chest. /

It is hard to believe in love, something you cannot see. /

People debate whether it is a feeling or an ability. /

Some say love is a tool to vulnerability. /

I agree/ that I prefer reality/ coz love doesn’t know me. /

I do not say that love is bad, / some say love is hard, /

Some claim love is something they’ve never had/ let alone heard/ about.

I do not say I know how love feels, / some say it brings chills/

…but so does disease/ and yet you insist/ that this is/ LOVE.

Love, I do not say I know where to go look for it, /

Maybe we passed each other so many times I just never saw it. /

So let me not force it/ coz I cannot foresee/ whether I will ever get to show it. /

I do not say I know but who knows? / I think love is curious coz it comes and goes/

…not something we share common goals/ with.

Coz when it’s tired of you it leaves and leaves open doors/ again.

So why should we be living/ a life that we do not believe in. /

Something that has left many grieving. /

Something that made Mr. Right to turn bitter and he left, /

And changes Miss Right to a Mistake. /

I do not say I know where love comes from. /

You cannot call love on the phone/ and ask it if it’s at home. /

That’s why I decide to leave love alone. /

You just don’t go up to love and say ‘hey love, I want you!’/

And you know that’s true/ but unfortunately that’s what most people do. /

I know of a friend who says he believes/

But his heart bleeds/ from the thorns of the rose he picks. /

So he speaks /of the memory that slips/ and dips/ in a well full of deceit/

So he freaks/ and flips/ making him feel like he is deceased. /

But still he insists! /

One thing that I know is that the rose he picked, /

Pricked/ his heart leaving him dead and with his final strength he breathed/

And gripped/ for mercy from love only to find out that he was tricked. /

The little butterfly that he held/ stung him and just watched him as bled. /

And he said, / ‘you can’t kill a heart, but you can break it, leave it weak but not dead.’ /

A sting from the butterfly that he praised, / raised/ to levels like no other had bred, /

Instead/ it mutated/ and to the dungeons his heart it led. /

It fed/ from his heart finally tearing it into shreds/.

And that’s when he knew love ain’t so lovely so he tried hatred. /

According to me love is a being. / Love is not a thing. /

Love is not brought by the love songs that you sing. /

Especially love in brackets is something/ not worth seeing. /

Love might be living in/ you wanting to be seen/

But you hide it coz you don’t want to dig deep within. /

You surround yourself with walls anyone trying to show you their love they have to be breaking in. /

Let love live life. / And you will never strife. /

Love attracts love/ and I pray sooner than later we all would have. /

MIXED UP

2011-04-13T13:00:00.002+03:00

I am searching but I cannot find./

I am thinking with no brain so I can’t seem to make up my mind,/ coz this love makes me blind./

I am looking but I have no eyes so I can’t see/

But I can see your eyes staring at me/ so I know that you know that I am not free./

I am listening but I cannot hear./

There is a disturbing beat beating around here./ My heart beats so loud it sounds like fear./

I am talking without a tongue so I can’t speak./

Am miming my moods but now am feeling weak./ Am trying to get rid of these feelings but on me they stick./

I am breathing but there’s no air./

I am dying but you don’t care./ You just sit there/ and stare/ and when our eyes meet you pretend to be looking somewhere/…else.

So now I cry/ with no tears so am dry./

I don’t have the confidence to approach you so I lie/ to myself that I’d rather die/ than come over and say ‘Hi!’/

Now am scheming with no plan./

It’s like campaigning without a slogan./ And yet I insist to myself that yes, I can./

Am walking towards you but I can’t feel my legs so I can’t move./

I can feel my heart dance with excitement but I cannot feel the grove./ I am… confused!/

I am laughing at myself with no laughter so am sad/

Coz now you are walking away and I haven’t said a word./

I regret, I wish I had/ but now it’s too late…it’s too bad./

I give up and try to obstruct myself by getting things to do./

But my life changed when you left. It’s not normal, not what am used to./

So now I am depressed… I take an overdose, I slit my wrist, I jump off a building. I try to kill myself but I cannot die coz I have no LIFE…without you./

THE POOR

2011-04-12T16:13:00.001+03:00

They are politicking their politics; I call it politiquence/

Coz of the lies they speak with so much eloquence/

And with which they never fail to carry in their wallet, influence/

…of which they used to turn people to violence/

Now they are out there pleading for their innocence/

With tax payers money…I call this nonsense!/

Tell the IDPs who hear how much these people spend on welcome back parties and presents./

Each one pretends/ that they care about their subjects subjecting them to abject poverty,/

This is their policy./ Community policing/ an avenue for community polluting/

As we see the same people we report back in the streets I call it con-munity recycling/

Coz the con-men are immune to the system./ The cops join in coz they think they can’t beat them./

So this then/ is the highest corruption./

The only place where people wake up early/ to go to a public rally/

And turn it into an alley/ of political violence and malice./

What is this if it ain’t a crisis?/ What was nice is/ no longer a pleasant cool breeze./

Government offices/ are now opened for private businesses;/

Bribe here bribe there and you get instant services./

They talk about free and fair justice for all./ Well, yes it might be fair, but free? Not for a single soul!/

As leaders happy to watch the integrity of their offices fall./

People running the country like it’s a family affair/ and you lie to me that they care./

You go look at the people in Mathare and tell me its fair./

Go and look at the people in Mukuru wa Njenga and tell me who is going to speak for them when their MP doesn’t even stay there./

A place where success is for those who can afford favors/…and not for the clevers. /

The successors/ are either close friends, those who are able to bribe and/or family members/

While the rest are left exposed to what I call unemployment dangers/ such as homelessness so hopeless it turns people into beggars./

Oh! So you thought that being unemployed and stressed/ was staying in your parents’ house feeling less blessed/ with freedom and always complaining that you are being oppressed/ by your parents’ strictness?/

How lucky you are you have people to fall back to. The rich and the affluent/ and those with influence/ have the HRC for their defense./

Who will talk for the poor/ since we have established that their leaders are not pure?/

They talk a poverty cure/ but they just watch as their subjects get fewer and fewer/ chances to access basic necessities/ and public amenities./

Who will stand up for them and I will second it and shout amen to this./

DEAD

2011-04-12T15:13:00.002+03:00

I see corpses, they walk around me thinking they are alive but they are dead/

Every time they lay their head/ they are on their death bed. /

When they think they are earning their daily bread/

They are actually indulging in deathly trade. / Their lives to the devil they fed/

So they are dead men walking, / dead men talking/

Dead men stopping/ to live so they are strolling/ back to their graves where they had already stop growing. /

I see dead people hiding in big cars/ waiting for years to pass. /

Year in year out, one tries to get out of this curse. /

Curses brought upon on one ’s self for the things he does. /

Dead people singing songs verse after verse/

Praising the integrity that they have so scarce. / Praising life that’s perverse. /

Trying to handle the remains this new life has. /

They insist on holding on to what they don’t have. / Like pre-adolescent girls with bras. /

I see dead people walking in masses, / walking past churches/

For the little life that each searches, / they realize they lost it for holding on to grudges/

And notice that they lost all their chances. /

So now they don’t live, they exist like bargains/ and before they know it their time ends. /

They try to breathe but their breath slowly ends, /

They cry for help but now they are lonely, no friends. /

I see dead people walking into massacre, /

They walk into the death of their own character. /

This is their book and they are on the last chapter. /

They pray and hope that they are not caught unawares at the rapture/

Coz to them the pre-life didn’t matter/

And they didn’t hold GOOD as a factor/ that leads to a BETTER life after. /

THE DEAD CHURCH

2011-02-17T14:14:00.001+03:00

The church is dead;/ the coffin is its bed/ where it lays its head./

It’s supposed to protect us but instead/ it robs us of our daily bread./

On their own they close their eyes,/ that’s no surprise/ But they insist salvation is of no price./

We live but we are hardly alive./ They receive while we hardly survive./

We give for them to enjoy their extravagant life./

Church was where God dwells,/ nowadays church is where a pocket swells./

Where to conduct miracle sales,/ where anointing oil, holy water sells./

So come time for worship they ring the church bells/ to remind you to come and feed their corrupt selves./

Church lost meaning when they stopped preaching about His Grace/ and started preaching material success./ They charge to bless!/

Church ministers comfortable with the congregation worshipping them like gods and goddesses./

Love became less and less/ and unless/ you offer them something you are considered as a mess./

Jesus will come like a thief in the night./ The church comes with thieves in day light./

And so now we know they lied./ They say they use the offering to take the church to greater heights./

I won’t be shocked if the congregants start asking for receipts/ coz they are tired of these deceits./

They want a bigger congregation so they add more seats./

They don’t want to bring people to salvation but they are only interested in their treats./

Church full of many little mischiefs/ and yet they call us the misfits./

The church pushed me away./ They say/ they preach the gospel but instead of showing me the way/ they led me astray./

This is the story of a church’s end/ that was once reverend/

Just before the world ends there will be incest,/ intense/ mind games, love of money and sex./

Churches preaching material success,/ anti-church protests,/ false prophets,/ evil will simply manifest/ the honest will detest./

Churches and holy tricks/ pastors in politics./ Congregation exchanging blows like little Evander Holyfields./

This is the life that we are living in./ we need a cure, we need medicine./

Churches are being burnt like we have never seen./

Pastors preach to please/ and don’t teach but tease/

So instead of preaching and teaching they are cheating and teasing,/ squeezing/ us off our last earning calling it offering and tithes./

Immoral pastors blaming it on our sisters’ short skirts and tights./

Church fights/ for power and rights./

No one is spotless,/ yes,/ even the priests preaches/ angels but rolls with witches./

He says/ the churches/ are real but in real sense/ they focus less and less/ on spiritual growth but we still live coz of his mercy and Grace./

So he places/ his hands like he blesses/ but in place he takes ‘S’/ and leaves us with ‘HIT’ so he thinks he stinks less/ and in the process/ he leaves us lifeless./

So we don’t make progress/ coz protégés/ of selfless/ characters are not found. So we end up living with fake promises,/ hopelessness/ as seen through our faces./

We need no assistance/ to see the corrupt systems/ for instance/ our sisters/ hurt with certain misters,/ relatives, church ministers./

And counseling based on horizontal basis/ and fake church selection processes/ and supporting them with verses that are baseless./

They watch the rich oppress the poor/ while they praise to be pure/ and yet they live no space for cure/ of poverty.

The followers are living in tents/ while they live in mansionettes./ Members are running on credit debts,/ their diaries full of auctioneer dates./

They teach fakes lessons/ and they wonder why nobody listens/ and don’t even take note as the faith of their congregants lessens./

They lead/ by greed/ and the hungry they never feed./ actions speak louder than words but from them we hardly ever see a good deed./

This is the story of a dead church/ that needs to come back to being God’s Church/

(LOVE)

2011-02-17T14:12:00.000+03:00

I do not say I know love, /

Nor place my relationship above/ others like others have. /

I do not say I know the difference between love and hate, /

Yet/ it’s not something I can test. / I only attest/ to what I feel is best, /

That which touches what is in my chest. /

It is hard to believe in love, something you cannot see. /

People debate whether it is a feeling or an ability. /

Some say love is a tool to vulnerability. /

I agree/ that I prefer reality/ coz love doesn’t know me. /

I do not say that love is bad, / some say love is hard, /

Some claim love is something they’ve never had/ let alone heard/ about.

I do not say I know how love feels, / some say it brings chills/

…but so does disease/ and yet you insist/ that this is/ LOVE.

Love, I do not say I know where to go look for it, /

Maybe we passed each other so many times I just never saw it. /

So let me not force it/ coz I cannot foresee/ whether I will ever get to show it. /

I do not say I know but who knows? / I think love is curious coz it comes and goes/

…not something we share common goals/ with.

Coz when it’s tired of you it leaves and leaves open doors/ again.

So why should we be living/ a life that we do not believe in. /

Something that has left many grieving. /

Something that made Mr. Right to turn bitter and he left, /

And changes Miss Right to a Mistake. /

I do not say I know where love comes from. /

You cannot call love on the phone/ and ask it if it’s at home. /

That’s why I decide to leave love alone. /

You just don’t go up to love and say ‘hey love, I want you!’/

And you know that’s true/ but unfortunately that’s what most people do. /

I know of a friend who says he believes/

But his heart bleeds/ from the thorns of the rose he picks. /

So he speaks /of the memory that slips/ and dips/ in a well full of deceit/

So he freaks/ and flips/ making him feel like he is deceased. /

But still he insists! /

One thing that I know is that the rose he picked, /

Pricked/ his heart leaving him dead and with his final strength he breathed/

And gripped/ for mercy from love only to find out that he was tricked. /

The little butterfly that he held/ stung him and just watched him as bled. /

And he said, / ‘you can’t kill a heart, but you can break it, leave it weak but not dead.’ /

A sting from the butterfly that he praised, / raised/ to levels like no other had bred, /

Instead/ it mutated/ and to the dungeons his heart it led. /

It fed/ from his heart finally tearing it into shreds/.

And that’s when he knew love ain’t so lovely so he tried hatred. /

According to me love is a being. / Love is not a thing. /

Love is not brought by the love songs that you sing. /

Especially love in brackets is something/ not worth seeing. /

Love might be living in/ you wanting to be seen/

But you hide it coz you don’t want to dig deep within. /

You surround yourself with walls anyone trying to show you their love they have to be breaking in. /

Let love live life. / And you will never strife. /

Love attracts love/ and I pray sooner than later we all would have. /

PO-LI-TICAL EXPRESSION

2011-01-18T08:33:00.000+03:00

This feeling is strong/ and just like good cologne/ it lingers on./

So my heart won’t stop to mourn/ why it didn’t own/ that trombone/

That played you a folk song/ while you were here but now you are gone./

You ain't dead but I wish you was/ coz/ of the wars/ that you caused./

I hate this beast in me that arose/ and with the hatred that ever grows/ (for you.)

We are tired of you making us your little side shows./ Coz/ we who chose/

You look for a living on all fours/ while you enjoy our fortunes driving around in big four by fours./

You are not here but I wish you were/ and then I would tell you how much you are/ a traitor!/

Deceived us so that you can make your life better,/

Not paying tax, so that unlike your constituents, you become richer/…and you dare ask me why am bitter!/

You see you told/ us that you were going in there to mould/ them but I guess you weren’t bold/ (enough) and instead got sold/ into their silver and gold./

Now I know you are just like the rest of them…same old same old./

I see you on the other side of ‘our’ fence, /living in pretense/ and treating us like we are past tense./

You made me tense/ and acting on your defense/

burnt down my neighbor’s house now they live in tents/ while you enjoy your mansionettes./

You see you don’t make sense…/ while you make millions I make cents,/ and you say we live as equal citizens,/

You see, you think you win and we lose/ coz you are in and we are fools./

But I have news and new rules./

We choose/ to pick up and use/ our tools/ to make our own shoes/

coz we are tired of following corrupt footsteps like fools!/

So my dear honorable,/ I put this letter on the table/ to show you that am able/ to be a little devil/ (just like you), but am not about to do anything regrettable,/( just like you).

You see as far as the East is from the West,/ so does my hunger wait for the feast that you waste./

And for this we will pluck out the sick stem/ from the system/ and flush it down the drain like a cistern/ never to be seen by the people that you make your victims…/

WORDS

2010-11-03T08:12:00.000+03:00

There are words that kill/ words that thrill/

Words that can make the whole world stand still./

There are words you can feel/ words that heal/

Words of such encouragement that can make this life look less real./

There are words strong as steel/ words as slippery as an eel/

Words so exaggerated they can make a mountain out of a mole-hill./

There are words that fear instill/ words that give continuous hope refill/

Words that really disgust they make you totally ill./

There words can rhyme prove you got skill/ words of comfort as found on a will/

Words so convincing they can seal any deal./

Words can really be lame/ words can really cause shame/

Words can be distorted to form rumors to really taint your name./

Some words used make life feel like a game/ Words so hard they sound insane/

Some words are beautiful like a piece of art in a picture frame./

Words are thrown around to blame/ words of anger hot as a blue flame/

Words that when used right make you feel so light, you just want to keep them./

Words can bring you fame/ words can support like a tree by its stem/

Words so weird they don’t make sense you wonder where from they came./

Words a precious like rear gem/ some words you should always tame/

And if we are able to know this, the world will never be the same./

LOVE?

2010-11-01T16:58:00.000+03:00

his heart bleeds/ from the thorns of the rose he picks/

so he speaks/ of the memory that slips/ and sees/ it as it dips/ into a well of deceit,/

so he freaks/ and flips/ making him feel deceased./

so with this/ i insist/ that the rose he pickd,/ prickd/ his heart,leaving him dead/

and with his final strength,he breathed/ and gripped/ for mercy from love only to find out he was tricked./

but the little butterfly that he held/ stung him and just watched him as he bled./

and he said,/"you cant kill a heart;u can break it to tiny pieces and leave it weak,but not dead."/

a sting from the butterfly that he so much praised/ and raised/ it up to levels no other had bred./ instead/ it mutated,/

to the dungeons,his heart it led./ it fed/ from his heart leavng his heart shredded/

...and thats when he knew love aint that lovely,so he tried hatred/

..which dint help much and so he opted/ for another option and upon Love he waited.

JUST A THOUGHT

2010-10-27T14:29:00.000+03:00

The rich go to good schools/ the poor remain good fools/

While in school they compete who is more beautiful/

Instead of getting their brains full/

With some knowledge, education something more meaningful/

The rich live in big houses that don’t make sense/

While the poor live in make up tents/

Coz the work they do pays them almost cents./

On the richer side of the fence/ smells nice of incense/

While on the poor side their presence/ is regarded as a nuisance/

So tell me is being poor an offence?/

The rich throw money in big bets/ sleep in unnecessarily big beds/

Yet the poor have no place to lay their heads/

They don’t know the meaning of daily bread/

Coz the next meal they may have is on their death beds/

To help them prolong their last breath./

The poor live in what they have/ the rich leave them as they starve/

While they serve/ to waste and leave plenty in surplus/ “sir please,”/

The maid asks on her bended knees/ if she could take the excess to her starving niece/

“can I have a pay increase?”/she seeks/ for enough to feed her kids/

Coz they are hungry and their stomach’s squeeze./

Ask me why I shouldn’t be mad/ at people who buy cars as a fad/

While the poor have no shoes and they walk to work everyday till their feet hurt so bad/

Its so sad/ that the rich throw out the tiny things that the poor need but never had/

Why do you make your hearts so hard?/

CHURCH IS

2010-09-17T13:01:00.001+03:00

Church is not about swagger and sways/

Nor arrogant ways/ expensive clothes, deo, cologne sprays/

Church is not about how high your voice you can raise/

Church is about listening to what God says/

Worship and praise/ how a person prays/

Church is simple, where God stays/

Church is about God, not you/

Somewhere you go in and come out new/

Through/ the holy spirit so true/

Where one or two/ amongst them the spirit is due/

Believed by a few/ He can what no man can do/

Church as in heaven should be on earth/

Church is where God stays, in my heart/

Church is where I find joy when am hurt/

Where all evil is unearthed/ where we go for rebirth/

Where we turn back/ when stuck/

Where we go to and never lack/

Coz church is where God stays, in my heart/

Church will forever last/ doesn’t promote lust/

Church is where you go put God first and you last/

Church is where you are not judged by your past/

You are not judged at all in fact/ where you go to quench your life’s thirst/

Church doesn’t discriminate, its vast/

Church is where you run to when your heart is heavy about to burst/

To pray for strength when everything seems like from dust to dust/

Coz church is where God stays, come in and have a blast/

Church is where you go and get blessed/

No prayer is a waste/ where you go when under the test/

Where you find faith at its best/

Church is where you let God take control and let your soul rest/

Church is where you just appear and let God do the rest/

Where when oppressed/ all your troubles are addressed/

Church is where God stays, my heart will forever stay blessed!

I AM A SINNER

2010-09-17T13:00:00.001+03:00

I am a sinner yes I am…

I am like the devil who tempted you out in the desert/

But You are willing to send the Holy Spirit to dwell in my heart/

Am the guy who betrayed You/

But you love me…You always do/

Am the guy who denounced You/

But You still love me…You always come through/

Am the King who ignored You and sentenced You to death/

But on the cross You chose to pay my debt/

Am the whip that tore Your skin/

But still the same You decided to die for my sin/

Am the soldier who ridiculed You and tore Your garments/

But with me You always make amends/

Am that heavy cross that You carried to Golgotha/

But whenever I need help You are my number one promoter/

Am that spit that landed on Your face/

But me You always choose to bless/

Am that hard ground that hurt Your sole/

But You chose to save my soul/

Am the stones that cut Your feet/

As you carried the cross along the street/

But for heaven You still see me fit/

Am that guy who hurled an insult at You when you passed/

But before any other person You loved me first/

Am that crown of thorns that made Your head bleed/

But You still love me for me and not what I did/

Am that guy who pushed You down to the cross/

But you still insist to You I am no loss/

I am that nail that went through your hand/

But You provide the solid rock on which I stand/

I am that hammer that insisted You are fastened down/

But You are willing to give me the everlasting crown/

I am the spear that pierced Your side/

Still for me You were crucified/

I am that plaque they put on the cross over Your head/

But You are willing to give me life after am dead/

Am the thief who tempted You to free Yourself if You are the Messiah/

But You always answer my prayers to what I positively desire/

I always look up and see that am a sinner Lord/

And you are always more than willing to remove my inner load/

All am willing to give You might not be the most precious thing on earth/

But all I can promise is to give You my whole heart/

HE

2010-09-17T12:58:00.001+03:00

Away in a manger no place to lay his head/

Where He led/ sinners fled/ he said/

Man shall not live just by bread/ he bled/

Wore a crown of thorns on his head/

My debts he paid/

Some people think He’s still dead/

But He rose/ not like other ordinary heroes/

He did so coz/ He saw my sins and yours/

He was/ He is and always will be Messiah/

True Savior/ lift Him higher/

And know that the devil is a liar/

He is my fix/ no tricks/

With other stuff I don’t mix/

I overdose in His mercies/ I black out in His peace/

I wake up at His feet/ hangover-ed by His grace/

And I don’t mind the relapses/ coz He says/

Through the churches/ that He is what He is/…

Not coz it is in history and civics/

But coz it is in the Bible coz that’s where the truth is/

Tick tock, the clock ticks/

It might be days, it might be weeks/ maybe years or centuries/

He’s coming back this you’ll see/ I know this/

COZ HE’S J.C.

I RECITE

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Despite/ corruption I recite/ I recite coz I despise/

I despise those who fight/ against what is right/

In spite/ the fact that it should be an insight/

A guideline to the good life/ so I recite with all my might/

With all my might to shed light/ upon what I dislike/

Social ills, ladies facing the knife/ husband beating the wife/

And they call it culture, a way of life/

So I recite to inspire/ before I expire/

To inspire/ those in dire/ need for their morale to be lifted higher/

For those who sweat and tire/ through thick and thin, through the wire./

Coz while we are/ at par/ we still get poorer/

While the one we elected drives a big car/ and gets richer/

So I recite to whisper/

A word of hope coz you are my brother and you are my sister/

So why recite if it falls on deaf ears/ coz for years and years/

We shed tears/ and we are still here/

We suffer in fear/our leaders mislead us, but we are still here/

Breathing the same air in the atmosphere/

Come elections, for them we cheer/ trusting them again to steer/

Our country to a better tomorrow, I find it queer/

Coz they are not the ones to blame, we are/