Keabetswe Molotsi Poet Free verse

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This is not my life unwritten
this is brokeness re-writen
this is Him and this is His

This is where my will is futility
to trade in my sins for imortality
where there's no brutality
where souls gain totality

But for now, just for now,
this is Him and this is His
This, His hand, writes out comands
but not to forcibly to demand. 
This is to teach...
this is to preach...
this is His will straight from above...
this is to save a lowly knave.

What sweeter wine upon to dine,
than that's my Saviour King's design?
And when He wrote, He wrote for me
He wrote for us.
He wrote for all.
He wrote so He could let me see,
the'ternal promise He softly murmurs
in every page he ever wrote.

With precision
he saw my vision.
He made it life,
on this I thrive.

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