The Blessed Anniversary Poem by Linus Kithinji Njeru

The Blessed Anniversary

🌿 'I Called Myself Blessed' 🌿
By Linus Kithinji Njeru (inspired)

A day like today in twenty-one,
A dream was planted, beneath the sun.
SUNIL DESSELB—name of grace—
Was born to break the bounds of place.
I called myself blessed, heart full of flame,
Believing, through God, I'd rise to name.

A dreamer bold, with vision wide,
No worldly father walking beside—
But Heaven's hand held up my eyes,
To look beyond the earth and skies.
I saw the branches bloom and grow,
Local to lands I didn't yet know.

Faithful partners, staff who stand,
In every tribe, in every land.
With every need, a demand took shape—
Goods and services draped in faith.
A seed I sowed in foreign gold,
To water dreams the Lord had told.

Now four full years, oh God, You've stayed—
Through storm and silence, still I've prayed.
With rent in ruin, with loans unmet,
My soul remembers, yet won't regret.
Breakthrough comes not from man's might,
But from the throne of holy light.

What's a million to Your Name?
When nations spend for fleeting fame.
You spoke, and stars began to gleam—
You breathe and birth a dying dream.
Give me the power, Lord, to create,
That I may give, not just accumulate.

Let my hands bring food and flame,
So that Your people praise Your name.
My enemies mock, they jeer, they jest,
But You, O God, still know what's best.
Let them laugh—but raise me higher—
Set my soul and goals on fire.

Today I claim what Heaven gave:
Let NICHOLAS HOUSE no longer cave.
I take charge in Kiambu's heart,
Where faith and fortune dare to start.
From central Kenya's fertile ground,
Let global glory know my sound.

Mountains of Rwanda, hear me now!
Tanzania, Congo—let faith plough.
West Africa, with arms extended—
The call of commerce, faith defended.
Let players rise in spirit's team,
To shape my path, fulfill the dream.

You are not defeated, never deceived,
Your word is power—I believe.
Sprout new shoots from stumps once dead,
Breathe on bones where hope had fled.
You said it, Lord—so let it be.
I rise with You. My victory's free.



it is as prayed

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