Our title is our service to God
Whatever you're doing right now
Whether good or evil deeds
Is the way out for your salvation
The grass cutter, the cook, the soul winner
Is the same degree as of the Minister
In the truest service to God
Obedience is the main criteria in His Kingdom
This is the gift of the fruit of the spirit
The fruit or the soul is the gift of identity
For the fruit is the wisdom of the spirit
We can make great things through faith
Great faith conquers and commands everything
For our service is our certificate to eternity.
After all these years
I'm the same as I ever was
still a child at heart
(plus some older parts)
I've not changed because
what was important to me then
is also true today
nothing and no one
will ever sway my way
yet unlike so many
who know not their station
and only identify themselves
by their occupation
I'm aware of who I am
it determines what I do
don't need a certificate
to prove anything to you
we may not see identically
or exactly the same
but I can agree to differ
diversity is the name of the game
CERTIFICATE
Only another signature
The state says it’s needed
Something most never see
Yet it must be heeded
It’s about a child
So difficult to realize
The paper states time and date
The reason for demise
It’s only a piece of paper
A child’s life no more
Only another signature
But so hard to endure
Complete the dreaded task
Then the helpless feeling
Upset hopefully will pass
Now help the living
CERTIFICATE
this poem is a certificate
to verify
the poet
is
lucid
this poem is a diploma
to justify
a pen
of
logic
this poem is a document
to authorize
a notion
with
feeling
this poem is a licence
to validate
bizarre
bent
belief
this poem is a…….
certifiable ripple
of
my
wits
end
© Kim van Breda—10 March 2015
This is to all my sisters,
Who are in the market for a Grand Marqui.
Please make sure to ask the jeweler for a certificate of authenticity.
See i knew this jeweler who's work was well known
Many admired his work without having work done.
His cuts were made with precision
his angles were made with perfection
and he captured every spectrum of light
But see this was no diamond in the ruff just a cubic zirconia
for half price.
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