The year that never was for me and yet at the end here I am
The lows I could have avoided but a straight face I kept to disguise only me
The high mountain peaks He put me to hide my shame in his cloud by day
The dry riverbeds I crossed in hot October days baring my heart to His Son
The valleys of lawlessness I tried to avoid but my own wisdom nearly cost me His love
Then I saw his rainbow of promise to remind me of His mercy deeds on Calvary's tree
The year that could have seen me in perdition
The blood from His side spoke my sins into oblivion
The mighty waterfalls of vengeance swept me away only to land on His rainbow of remembrance
The beast bared its teeth at me but the Daniel miracle stood for me
Because of my foolishness, there was a drought but the Elijah brook sustained
The widow's pitcher overflowed with overwhelming sustained blessings
When I look back, only glory be unto His Majesty on High. Amen!
Phillip Nine Mafunga
31 December 2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem