Lost

My journey is not long but my dream is I search for the fastest way to reach my destination But time tells me, “Take one step at a time” I heed this advice With patience as food of choice Trust my drink to quench my thirst I take a deep breath and struggle to look ahead All I see is the same old things my eyes are used to seeing Color, trees and the African savanna surrounds my day thinking Social media confuses me with false testimonies from life failures They think they made by their own knowledge yet it’s God’s intervention They praise their wealth in place of God They worship money instead the one who deserves it and lives forever My God stand and see my evil heart even as I write his poem It’s not perfect but at least it has little faith in you Money I asked in a dream, you did provide me with it Imperial status I saw my phone calling me to it When will that happen my God? I write this as I am sited in this barbarian chair Idol worship is well known in this country Yet for the sake of the few believers; you have spared us Joy and peace through faith, Trust and love be mine from God Through forgiveness of my sins Chuimunga the poet