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Jotam Phakathi Poem
Oh What a great God we serve
With Love in His heart God knitted you
Looking at the future He breathed into you
Oh yes He knew what when he moulded you
And before the foundations of the earth he knew you
From the person you were gonna be
To the situations you are going face, and
To His own glory He created you
Then as a gift you became your Parent’s child
On this day God blessed Your parents
Then with His mighty hand he guided you
For He knows what is best for you
God himself then commissioned you
And by His Son’s blood the contract of commission was printed
And this still remains the greatest gift to you
On this day We celebrate you
We celebrate the work of the Lord that is you
The work of the Lord through you
And the Work of the Lord for you
For to His glory He created you
Because of this I Praise the Lord
Copyright © Jotam Phakathi | Year Posted 2020
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Jotam Phakathi Poem
Sighs over words,
Sighs of words,
Talk of a man being crushed,all his happy thoughts squashed
The beats of his heart deeper than the sounds of his mouth,
Not knowing what to say as he searches from north to south,
He's lips a drought as he floods inside. and all the joy worked for cast aside
From the consant twirling and untwirling,
to the varieble tides he suffers,
oh! no! this is not the first time, Since birth this followed him
I guess he never knew what to say then and he still doesn't know even now.
Maybe he never learned.
For the cry of the infant is from the crushing weight of the it's senses
and like them He feels it but can never make sense
See it's the bar of gold to his eggshell, the boulder to his glass,
and the sea to his bottle cap.
This is not clear and therefore all proof,
Proof of the failed, false expression caused by attempts of simplification
Copyright © Jotam Phakathi | Year Posted 2020
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