The Day Jesus Came Back
I didn't forget his words,
before he go.
I didn't put his cross down
and stop following him.
Luggage I off load,
and ascend the mountain without load.
The day Jesus came back.
I saw the star from east to west.
All eyes were looking at it.
I saw the dead people rise.
Even them, they were looking at it.
Am still think about it.
Other were carry a load,
when they see him,
they unload their load.
Other were steal,
when they see him,
they try to hide themselves.
Other were killing other,
but when they see him,
they try to regret.
I was on the way of following him,
when I see him, I celebrate.
I ascend heaven and be demonstrated my
chair which prepared for me.
I sits on it and get life.
By patric ndidzulafhi munyai
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