A psalmist playing harp
stumbled on a harp string and broke his nail
Singing praises to a wonderful maker
who makes all beings equally beautiful, and with a purpose.
This same wonderful creator he sings of
Gave me the same gifted hands
like Ben Carson had
hands made to do exploits and touch lives global.
He gave me this same uttering tongue,
like barrack Obama had
that is meant to speak in utter humility and inspire change.
Endowed me with the same warm heart like mother Teressa had
to heal many with love,
with generosity gave me this same dream, that martin Luther king had
freedom that i now speak to life.
Not to leave me broke,
he gave me this same enterprising mind,
that Richard Branson had that makes me believe,
that i can fly even without wings
across the Atlantic to an island full of virgins
and still bring back home my chastity
With this architects passion was i designed,
fearfully and care free made
crafted with a promise
made for a purpose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem