"It's an honor to savor His sweetest kiss"
It's not that easy to support the first line with a rhyme.
Looking at the castle of glass that you're attempting to climb.
Desperate to achieve the goal that we aim,
sometimes we forget to call for his name.
We got lost, not knowing where to go.
Facing an opposite direction, will you choose to look back and go with the flow?
A thief found you and stole all that you have,
Suffering from pain like an injured dove.
Like my grammar, we're not that perfect,
Unlike grammarians, they can often detect.
In front of a mirror where your features reflect.
Whether right or wrong, we always neglect.
Not to choose between is also a choice,
In a heart hardened like a house of a tortoise.
We blag or either tell white lies,
There's a chair but for a long time you tend to rise.
In front of Him, we can always kneel,
Just like a vessel with a grounded keel.
Hear Him calling you, have faith, just fall on your knees.
Close your eyes, bow, and sing the song of praise.
My Story in a Rhyme
Wednesday, 30 January 2019
I Have Decided To Follow Jesus. My Story
“I HAVE DECIDED TO FOLLOW JESUS”
He once planted a seed,
Until I grow up and became a weed.
An outcast of the society,
People look at me like I was so dirty.
My foot once bring me outside of a church,
Standing alone like a burning torch.
They only need me in the dark times,
Thrown away when the dawn comes.
I'm not insecure of their looks,
I am fun of carrying kilos of books.
Some people cheat,
For some reasons I didn't get.
People call him God and I don't know him,
I am once invited and I joined on a hymn.
My spirit is blind,
I know I'm not the one of a kind.
Some people seek,
They do it in just a click.
“I am searching for God”
I'm not satisfied and I easily get mad.
He found me in the darkest point of my life,
Without me knowing He pulled the knife.
He's the chief and I was the thief,
He caught me by giving a handkerchief.
I wiped my tears,
“follow me” words whispered on my ears.
He is the food of my soul,
And to follow him is my only role.
Many of us were tend to be pretentious,
We always say that time is precious.
Thinking of ourselves that we were righteous
Have you decided which path to choose?
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