It doesn't look beautiful A mirage it seems How to move on, I do not know. I am lost, at confusing crossroads What am I? A brilliant craft off the fingers of a creative God I still cannot lay claim that I am perfect Cos the narrative got marred Alas SHE got deceived, and HE fell for it too I couldn't help it, and in that same iniquity, I was birthed Stained with sin, abhorred by Heaven But then.... There arose fortunately, a twist to the plot Hope came alive The future looks bright, eternity is sure Hallelujah. For I need no other argument It is enough that Jesus died And that he died for me. Let's start 2018 with this
