A little boy walking through the high streets of condemnation,

Blinded by the light of salvation.

He then realized that,

Not all that wander are indeed lost.

Too much to bear the cost.

But I never seem to care,

Because to me everything was just blur.

I had woken from a life.

From a life broken.

And so I needed the Glory,

To complete my story.

My story of Grace.

I can’t believe my life was still the same,

After the encounter,

I was still full of shame.

I still couldn’t see His power.

My pal gave me an Orb of Darkness,

Filling my life with sorrow.

As high as Kilimanjaro,

Was peace away from me.

As far as the Core from the crust,

Was joy.

And so,

 As useless as K in knife,

My life was indeed rust.

But you Lord, you Lord,

Gave me a precious stone.

Mightier than an infinity stone,

You gave me the stone of Love and Peace.

Hear me out,

Christ came into my life ,

When I was full of crises.

To me,

His Love was a mystery,

And so I was in misery.

My Peace was like ,

A word never spoken,

A song never sang,

A Letter never written.

And so,

 I thought all was lost.

But like Microsoft,

A new window was opened.

A window of Greatness.

Your presence is heaven to me.

The pestilence of the world,

No yawa.

My influence on the world,

Progressive.

My Christ –attitude,

Aggressive.

Don’t get me wrong.

I’m a Christ Addict.

His life, I depict.

At last, the emancipation I longed for.

The Beginning of Greatness.

The Era of Faithfulness.

The Period of Truthfulness.

A time in His Presence,

The only present I ever wanted.

And now I am,

The mouthpiece of God,

Bringing peace to where people are torn into pieces.

 The scribbler,

Scribbling words of Impact to

The people under His steeple.