God, am not good to others Though I share in their laughter I love them, but that doesn’t matter Because I cannot be vulnerable to them I may share in

You are very much talented, they say Endowed with gifts a few possess, they add I wish I were like you, brilliant and quick to learn I wish I were

​There’s but too much evil Too much debauchery Too much zeal for profanity Too much of immorality Making it so easy In a thousand ways to sin There are much

When you ain’t a someone From the road they will shove From the set they will push Concentrating you into this camp Forcing you into self-deprivation Of love, peace and

Many a times Many a world’s cycle The question is put forth ‘You are a Christian? You are born again?’ ‘You are very young, What have you lacked?’ The question

I may not be eloquent in my words Not in speech nor in preaching But I can jot coherent pieces together I may not have the audacity to move Hearts

Those dark days when Cumulus clouds clothe Demeaning disaster dig And meaningless mounds mount On the very troubled mind The mounds of your dead past With scary owls perching On

Are you a Christian By addition Or submission? Are you in faith By inheritance Or assimilation?   Is Christianity a communal thing to you? Are you a follower because Christ

When God blesses you When He uplifts you When He sets you apart For greatness and power When He favours you When He opens His floodgates He adds no painful

Sometimes I think That I am not a better Christian And don’t deserve to be one either Sometimes thoughts of despair Cloud my brain, thinking I will never be good

Your walk, polished Your talk, honeyed Your gait, alluring Your life, perfect Creating this picture That you are of no sin We seek to be like you We pray that

Sometimes I wonder why I write Maybe because I want to see the light Or shine to men, trying to how bright And how my respository is just but might