I may not be able to
understand what really is troubling you because I am human. I may, from time to
time judge you despite my imperfections because I am human. I may not be able
to be there for you when you need me because I am human. Good news is, I know
man who shall never judge you, who will be there whenever you call, who will love
you despite all your weaknesses and shortcomings. His name’s Jesus Christ.
Unlike human beings, he forgives unconditionally and renews his grace each and
every day. He loves today, tomorrow and forever. He is able to change the
notorious into the glorious and turn every wrong into right. He is the giver of
peace and happiness. He is a man who died so we could have life, hurt so that
we could be comforted and underwent ridicule so that we could be honoured. He
can tell what is troubling you, he can never judge you for the wrong you committed
and turns your imperfection into perfection. When you feel unworthy in front of
everyone, to another, you are the best son he ever had. You don’t have to walk
around downcast and forsaken. Look up to Calvary and see the man up on the
cross unhappy so that you can be happy. Think of what that man would expect you
to do and walk free
FORGIVE US MA, FORGIVE US Ma, you brought us up the way mothers do, With love, care and kindness too, Under your watchful eyes our bodies and minds grew, From when we suckled till we could chew, You carried us to school barefoot in the morning dew, For deep down you knew when time would be due, We would come home and sing to you, We grew up so fast and developed our own ways and conscience, We saw the city and forgot the village, We learnt to steal, kill and pillage, We got our own families and erased your image, Forgive us ma, forgive us, The pain and agony we’ve caused you knows no bound, Every morning with the pestle and mortar the grain you pound, Looking at the roads expecting your prodigal sons to come round, You return to the house in the evening without a sound, Give up not on us ma, For when the wind blows across the plains, Listen close and you shall hear our calls so faint, When from the hills come the rains, Come out and wait...
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