
Church Is Not for the Sinless
Sometimes you think ‘I am not a better Christian’ Nor do I deserve to be one Sometimes thoughts of despair Cloud your brain, thinking I will never be good enough Not like the…
Verses, haiku and letters to God. 157 posts.

Sometimes you think ‘I am not a better Christian’ Nor do I deserve to be one Sometimes thoughts of despair Cloud your brain, thinking I will never be good enough Not like the…

Your walk, polished Your talk, honeyed Your gait, alluring Your life, perfect Creating this picture That you are of no sin We seek to be like you We pray that we, in our weakness…
Sometimes I wonder why I write Maybe because I want to see the light Or shine to men, trying to how bright And how my respository is just but might Though not of my major passions…

You that has masterly in prose You that knoweths the equilibrium You that is artistic in fine art And a critic in the complexity of waltz You that chews quantum physics And smiles…

There are times I take you for granted Well, I feel too tired to read that Bible Or even say a word of prayer Many a times I think am doing you a favor With my prayer template and…

Forgive me God for I have sinned Knowingly and my spirit filled with guilt Forgive the moments I was driven by flesh And constantly pursued sexual immorality Forgive the times…
Should they summon smut to smother you Or freckles to mask you with derision Should they dig graves to entomb you Or sharpen their machetes to slain you That’s the normal course…
‘You shall not have any other gods’ You vividly engrave in our souls But due to our fallen nature We choose to worship the world Our WhatsApp and Instagrams Take precedence over…
If they tell you you ain’t good enough Neither as a vine nor as gold If they tell you you ain’t well dressed Neither as a valet nor as a prince If they jeer and scoff your accent…

Sometimes I feel gifted not blessed Struggling to find my paths and not predestined Owned not loved Trying to survive and not living in abundance Sometimes thoughts of despair…

They will say you are full of yourself They will hate your walk and style In low tones they would gossip About your rise and fall But remember, today they love you And tomorrow…

I wish to overcome the hurdles That sway me away from the saddle I wish to triumph over the taunts That makes me feel a lesser person I wish to stop being poor For a beggar I have…
I still write every week, on purpose, faith and building where you are.