Paul Mwenelupembe


I Need My Stuff Back - Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

On the preacher's day holy preaching
Under and below clay was sent em
On the forceful whips of lowly meeting
The soul taker will never accept em
On the bulge of mercies, and the crowd
The know it all grabber took to heels em
On the side of lowly souls went loud
The friend of fire proclaimed a fail em
And the lord most high, comes, comes and drive them
The heaven lifter won't cath asingle ship em
And the straw remains blessed for ever beam
While he is commanded, I need my stuff back!
And I receive it! I receive it! I receive it!
And the liar, blantant big liar, I receive it!
And he never swindles and swindles em
The lord most high assembles wholly, holy fire on them
The real shepherd, the messiah's love em
While he is commanded, I need my stuff back!


Poet's Notes about The Poem

It was a preaching day on a local TV. The pastor showed His strength through Christ Jesus that Christians can claim there lost blessings for devil's works are to kill, rob and spoil. So I claimed my stolen blessings too. A wonderful motivational preaching I had ever heard! ! !

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 21, 2012



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