Not that I have already obtained all this,
Or have already been made perfect,
But I Press on to take hold of that for
Which Christ Jesus took hold of me.
Bro Kibiti swayed as He gave the Sermon,
The Congregation listened attentively to the Prophetic Word,
The Pulpit was full of the Anointing,
Everybody present cheered as they received their portion.
Weeping may remain for a night,
But rejoicing comes in the Morning.
Who told you that you will not prosper?
Believe in the promises of the one above and Press on!
Do not be exhausted, My Brother My Sister,
Your beginnings will seem humble,
So prosperous will your Future be.
Its true that Our God has Your final say,
Just Press on to win the Prize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Straight to the point bro Mutuma, i will keep pressing on. Nice write
Thanks Charity.Continue pressing on.It will be well with you.God Bless You.