A Saint Against A Sinner Poem by Boniface Mundu

Someone told me souls are like the lights
They always burn,
God has made the souls to keep burning,
Keep burning till they meet God again,
But another explained to me
To keep the lights burning
Is luxury of light,
And luxury is sin,
A sin against God;
Then I asked the another a question,
'Is your soul like a light, burning? '
Replied he holding a bulb to the holder,
'Yea, it was burning but now it's not.'
I told him, 'into the sin of luxury of light,
You shall never fall,
You are forever freed from
The sin of luxury of light.'
The another with great delight
Replied, 'I must free everyone
From this mortal sin,
Every soul keeping burning
Must be immediately put off,
Within the church and outside, '
Thus the another decreed in his kingdom,
And sent his men across the globe
To bring even those lights
That attempt to burn
And light the globe,
Bring them all to me,
On this Laputian chair
In this Laputian love nest sofa,
I will put them off,
I will free them from burning,
Never will they burn again, '
But I told him, 'let me live in the luxury
Of light,
Let me sin again and again,
Because I love this sin,
Let my soul keep burning
Till I meet Abba Father above.'
The another angrier grew and said,
'I the successor of the Scepter,
'I will never allow any to live in sin,
A mortal sin,
You must keep yourself away,
Away from my Church,
Away from the shores of the earth,
For they are mine,
No lights should be burning
On this earth Nowhere.'
I humbly replied,
I need neither your Church
Nor the Earth to keep burning
And sinning,
I need only the Grace, Light and Love
Of Abba our Elohim.'
But I continue to live on in sin
And the another continues to keep
My light from burning,
To become a saint,
A saint against a sinner.