Wicketkeeper Poem by Quir Diing Jr.

When I was born
That time,
In the times of wars
I saw everyone dying beside me
They weren't buried
Their flesh was eaten
By the birds of the sky
In my presence when I knew nothing
I was just a young rock
And I cried to the Creator
And he rescued me.

I was sick
Definitely nearer to the death edge
And father thought
I will never live again
To see another day
And the Mighty maker
Rescued me
And here I see the future.

I was accused of the
Things I did not commit
I was punished for it
And God gave me courage,
Strength and determination
To carry on.

I was accused to
Have hurt my bearers
And I was disowned
I bowed on the Lord’s feet
And He forgave me.

I was cursed to
Have no knowledge
Neither wisdom
Nor understanding
By my neighbours
And the Lord turned
The opposite side of the coin
For my sake like his own son.

Lord did it all for me
He provide me with wisdom
He gave me understanding
He granted me knowledge
To overcome and forget the past
And think of the future
What have the Lord done for you?