Good Heart Be Well

Have you seen my children?
I said, No,
Thank you, she said, but
I left them in the house, and
Now I can't find them.
Fast, go to the station, and
Make your case,
She took heed, and went.
Another day she returned,
My friend, she called, the will
Of the enemies shall not manifest
In your life,
In the name of Jesus,
I said Amen,
She thanked me, and left.
Her thanks was regardless to
Our former meeting, but culture,
How beautiful?
Another day, I caught her,
Dropping some crumbs of bread,and
Palm oil in two separate bowls
In my doorstep.
Other days, I saw her
Eating filth, and
Singing cheerfully as she dined.
Yesterday, she sat on the side of
The road talking her chest bare,
I stood on, and listened;
She was preaching the Gospel of Truth, and
She does so every morning.
O Merciful!
Lift now the burden ladened on
This precious soul.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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