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

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