Ernest Makuakua

(30-09-1990 / South africa)

Temporary Tenant


Heavenly father i sat down and thought i am going to take this battle.
I am this unwritten sinner in the book of sinners i am a sinner who is written in the book of life before my birth i was stronger in spirit there was no stranger to my eyes.

Heavenly father i am still standing tall talking of faith with broken faith myself i subject myself to a ticket of eternal life i drive droplets of rain back to the drain so that it may evaporate back to where it came from.

It is not by my inteligence that i am me no negligence is aquired when we put your name foward gave me a glance im not ordinary lord im sure the wick ed will not succeed in me for your son dwells in me.

I am the son who was born 22 years and 3 monts and 23 days ago and im still walking on earth i am a temporary tenant to this body it shall give me no stress. It shall be no subject to my death i will feed it the word although its atracted to sin i will feed in the word of life.

Until death do me apart i am a temporary tenant to this body for my home is heaven and its where i belong with you.

Have no title that will hold u back from your fathers treasures.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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