Sunday, 18 October 2015

HIS EXISTENCE IS OUR HOPE



It doesn’t have to be perfect
It just has to serve its purpose
At the appointed time
It will serve its purpose
Though it be scarred
It will be beautiful
Though it be lost
It will be found
Though it be young
It will be mature
Though it be budding
It will yield fruit
Though she be called barren
She will be with child
Thou it be dry land
It shall bring forth water
Everything happens at the right time
He makes no mistakes
He needs no help
He answers to no one
His existence is our hope


By Sylvia Chika
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