Pretending
I pretend not to know
Yet I do
Because one who lives in me
Knows everything;
I pretend to be poor
Yet am rich
Because I’m somebody’s heir
And He’s the owner of all;
I pretend to be weak
Yet strong
For that somebody is mine
And He’s the strongest man
Of all my acquaintance
All my worries, sorrows and trials
Are turned into a jubilant song
Because I made friends with Jesus
And so I’ll always rejoice
In Him, My Lord.
Copyright © Redempta Asifiwe | Year Posted 2016
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