Today I write to you about the different characters you created,
I know for a purpose and fulfilment of prophecy you've made us all,
you made David, you made Saul,
You created Peter, you created Paul,
for a reason, you created us all in our differences.
You made them cheerful, colourful and bright,
to the darkness, they ignite the light,
to the blind, they give sight,
for love and humanity, their pen hastily write,
and their tongues make the wrongs right.
You made them sow little and harvest bountifully,
as you make them rich, they make others rich,
their hearts to the end of the earth reach,
you have gifted them to give gifts to others,
they are cheerful characters.
You made them, you blessed them,
"be fruitful and multiply," you said,
but they have failed to activate the blessing.
Their fists are tightened,
if they give, they may be poor is their opinion.
So, therefore, they withhold their gifts to themselves,
they neither sow nor reap,
I wonder how on the judgement day they shall weep,
for the lives attached to them shall hold them by their clothes
and blame them for starving their souls.
They have built the knowledge of getting a pay for what they give,
Dear God, shall they prosper and long live?
Shall they enter the golden city?
Shall they behold the glory on your throne?
Dear God, what shall be the fate of the stingy?
For surely I know that blessed are they that give,
for they shall receive,
their cups shall not run dry,
neither shall their lands be futile.
But they shall be as a tree, planted by the streams of waters.
Diary of a young lady. - ©Eriikeoluwanimi
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Blurt.
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
