It's a new month, another month of hope

Over the years we have always coped

Because God has sustained us, not the pope

On our necks the devil has tried the rope

Hoping to have us buried but we were seeds

God overlooked our shortcomings and saw our good deeds

We are more precious to Him as to the chiefs, the beads

All He wants is for us, His instructions to heed

Forever by His right hand, He leads

Supplying everything our human nature needs

Hoping to have us focus on Him

As a farmer separate the plants from the weeds

Just a short poem to remind us that we got here with God's help and we would always need Him. A reminder that we are special to Him and He wants us even more closer.

Happy new month, people.

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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.