Joel Mbowa (15th February / Kampala - Uganda)
Sometimes we forget that there are people,
Watching everything we do and say.
Sometimes we forget that we are letters,
That people read and know just what they say.
In these letters we are sometimes headings
The lines, the chapters, verses, comas too.
The full stops, and sometimes we can forget
Others take seriously what we do.
We think them slight and making no impact
Sometimes forgetting all the power
To do some good for others that’s within us
We can release it like a cleansing shower.
Doing good to others - does us good too.
Remember what a man sows - he reaps
Sometimes we ignore this fact - Yes sometimes
Forget that God a daily record keeps.
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