Not My Works Poem by Caleb Tukahiirwa

Thinking of reasons to live on, i am
Going through the dreadful dark-mess
With haters arising, throwing curses.
Walk those curvy long stony paths
Climb the high up steep mountains
Swim in the deep muddy waters

It is becoming harder going on
The heat has become hotter slowly
Strong winds have risen up tough
My path seems to have divided
Hard it is to tell which is to take?
My mouth now is closed frozen
I cannot cry scream out for help
I or anyone; none can help in this
The fight is gone past than i am
He has to come and take over now
I am ready to let him take his place

Shouts of freedom, joy flood all in
It is done and they say i did it
That i saved the state, it’s liberated
The heavy storm is gone, it’s clear
He’s now healed, he is walking good
None though knows how it happened
They just think it was miracle i did
But i know, he did it heard our cry
Stretched his hand and it happened
Now we live because of his love