Mercy Mumara ile🔥

I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chatted all the way, But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow, And ne’er a word said she, But, oh! The things I learned from her, When Sorrow walked with me RB

Unto you, Lord. Unto you, Lord God of the Worlds, I turn. And even when I do not know that I am turning, I turn to you. Your print is everywhere, and everywhere divine. Where can I look and I do not see you? Into myself? But I encompass you, who compass me from every corner, for I am sin and you forgiveness and I cannot live except it be by you. My life itself is yours. No, when I look at me I see the thing that you have done. Then where can I look and I do not see you? The city? Hot with human enmity, cold with old mortality, the city? Busy and fatigued; kissing below back alley stairs, lips as limp as rotten violets; and children cursing like their parents, parents careless; parties for wasted wealth on Saturday night, exhausted Sunday morning; cars and lights and sirens; ointments, rouges, polishes, colognes and coin—the city? Turning to the city, do I turn from you? No, my Lord, for you are in the city. In all the affairs of humankind, you are there. You were not ashamed to be born...

THE SKY WATCHER I lay Watching Waiting Wanting For you to arrive Lay and watch with me I sent my message to whoever would listen In the hopes they might go and invite you To the moth To the sleepy bird perched nearby To the lively bat zipping by To the silver stars seeking attention above And finally to my old friend The sun's sorry lover My friend the misty moon Who I hoped would take pity on me Understanding my plight So I sat there cross legged watching the beauty of another pass me by I waited I listened I was patiently waiting for my lost love The beauty of the sun passed me by, my face glowed Is this what it means to be sun-kissed? But as she set to her resting place, I knew my lover was about to arrive Darkness!  Darkness arrived fast, filling the sky, the air, the place I sat to wait My heart panicked Was my love really coming. Can I be patient? ......those who wait.....shall renew their strength..... I was weary and tired of waiting so I lay Watching Waiting Wa...

What if What if time didn't fly And humans didn't lie And tears didn't only come when I cry What if  What if pink was blue And purple was a shoe And no one had a clue What if What if jokes didn't have to be an excuse  And I could freely tell you the truth And I didn't have to fear self abuse What if What if reality wasn't tangible And gravity wasnt so reliable And falling was understandable What if What if I let me run on an autumn breeze And in the summer my heart didn't have to freeze And my worries in the stars finally release Willem Van Rooyen!  

In the darkness of a cave I crave your light A tiny bit of your light To light through me and restore just a li(ttle)ght bit of hope. Hope :  that word sounds familiar 🤔 Oh! Right! am in a dark cave. Cave! It's darkness covers me with a heavy presence Presence which has turned out to be my closest Friend Friend! Darkness like a friend embraces me  when I begin to shake. Most nights it kinda 'cave' gets cold I can barely sleep So darkness! My companion does warm me like a tiny smooth baby blanket handed over to an old homeless man sleeping on the street. Scream! I want to scream For it to all go away But I can not scream, Can't I tho? 🤔 Oh! No My energy will be gone if I raise my voice Even the Cold doesn't make it easy to shout Am coiled up busy trying to survive Survival silence! Silence craves in I can almost hear my voice louder in my head. My voice! Oh! My voice, can not speak anymore It is tired. Oh! I remember people, yes, people they used to tal...

To whom will you compare God? What image will you compare him to? See, the Sovereign Lord comes with power, and he rules with a mighty arm. See, his reward is with him, and accompanies him. He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young. Who can fathom the spirit of God? With whom then will you compare God? He sits enthroned above, stretches out the heaven like a canopy Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom Even what we have in our hands he multiplies We are called to be his feet, his voice, his hands, his eyes for those that need to experience him everywhere. What kind of privilege is this: to be an example in word...the way we conduct, love in purity for he says be Holy as I am Holy We know we owe you everything But sometimes our lives suggest othe...