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Tafadzwa Mhondiwa Mugari

(07 September 1986 / Harare Zimbabwe)

A Proud Father


T'would be joyous to view God
Holding a newborn in His heart,
Looking over fingers and toes
As He checks out every part.

Work begins at the potter's wheel,
Fashioning him into a man;
Preparing against evil,
Giving him two legs to stand …


Redesigning the eyes to see,
Producing ears that hear His words;
Redeeming souls to His beloved,
Making wings to soar like a bird.


The wonder of each creation
A proud Father must feel within,
To be watching His children grow
As into the image of Him.

Submitted: Thursday, October 07, 2010
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