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
I will remember you, motherland I will remember you motherland, when my days are gone. I shall remember the sweet sun that burned bright on our oiled backs, the old sun that decided never to set, to stay and let us play all day. I will remember them, your young men, those we used to play with all day, roll in the dust and fight, love and hate. I shall remember the moments when we believed in life and in love. I shall sing of thee, my motherland, you who suckled us on your old, withered breasts, you who whipped us and took care of our little wounds every day. I will remember you, lovely home, you who condoled with us when we died inside, you who wept with us and smiled with us. I shall leave someday and wander away, for a lion that grows around his father will never roar, and a chick that grows along his father will never get to crow. Chin up, motherland, for here you go unforgotten, here you are, not written with ink but carved with thorns, thistles and sharp stones in my heart. I sha...
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