This is a poem dedicated to
the missionaries that gives light to my dark life. I will miss all the good
times we have shared but rest assure I will keep all the teachings and emulate
them to live a righteous and happy life.
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| Hope for helpless hearts |
Once upon a
time
In a
midsummer noontime
I was
having a good time
With a
friend who has a bad time
As we walk
pass the road
Two men in
a white strode
Got curious
where I have stood
So I begun
to intrude
They walk
with their faith
And
consider themselves as saint
First
impression was they’re ain’t
For human
are sinners and they can’t
One of
these men is from native land
Who seems
so faithful to stand?
Persuasive
and firm as he demand
Fuelled
with desire to serve God
The other
is from foreign place
Who seems
so kind and look nice
I see God
with his angelic face
To help me
in my tormenting case
As the days
goes by
I feel
something, I don’t know why
I tried to
ignore and defy
But ended
up to continue and rectify
One of these
men strengthen my faith
While the
other one help me dreamt
They never
fail and never flaunt
They’ve
even gave me an art paint
I’m
changing and I love it
God sent me
these mates
To raise me
up and reach out
And forever
I’ll be thankful to these saints
But time is
our enemy
And they
are here as missionaries
They need
to go someday
To fulfil their
oath for their solemn missions
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