Crossroads Poem by Alison Mujati

Crossroads

Taking flight
Tiredof fight
Choosing right
Physical presents but the soul has long left
And it is calling me from the other side.

I suffered blows of fists just for you
They mocked my innocents for your namesake
Defence that never rewarded even a penny
Not that i wanted some price
But to protect my friendship was worth more than million gold pieces
Throwing that away must not be easy, I am

My Lord Jesus died for people's sins
He fulfilled a supernatural gift
We live a metaphorical life
I am only human
When the tough gets going, the going gets tough
Our elders say, never trouble trouble till troubles you

My enemy of abomination
No longer a friend with words unspoken
Tired of running strife decathlon
Choosing my own marathon

This is crossroads
Crossroads

Taking flight
Tiredof fight
Choosing right
Physical presents but the soul has long left
And it is calling me from the other side.

I suffered blows of fists just for you
They mocked my innocents for your namesake
Defence that never rewarded even a penny
Not that i wanted some price
But to protect my friendship was worth more than million gold pieces
Throwing that away must not be easy, I am

My Lord Jesus died for people's sins
He fulfilled a supernatural gift
We live a metaphorical life
I am only human
When the tough gets going, the going gets tough
Our elders say, never trouble trouble till troubles you

My enemy of abomination
No longer a friend with words unspoken
Tired of running strife decathlon
Choosing my own marathon

This is crossroads