For My Love - Poem by Preston Mwiinga
Your heart is filed with pain and sorrow
You heart is in pain, troubled with the physical pain
Hope is twisted as others have told you it is impossible.
You are filled with hate and blame.
You have been terrorized with the news and
You ask yourself why all these calamities are happening to you.
But listen to me my love. I am here for you when you need me
I am with you because I am part you.
When you are low, I am here as your best comfort my love.
When you are faced with a lot of questions without answers baby
Know that God is our peace. He knows and understands all our afflictions.
He has the best keys of hope.
Maluba your name shines in my heart like that beautiful flower.
Having you in my life is the best thing and I will always find ways of ensuring you happy always.
Situations might ruin your hope but listen to me focus of the best even as I say every bad
Situation, yields something positive. All we need to do is to always believe in his.
Look at the chemistry of a dead clock, it is twice correct in a day.
Symbolizing no situation is permanent.
You are a purpose, a purpose for God’s creation.
You were born for a mission, a mission to accomplish.
Inside you is the hope, you are born to be a voice of others. Born to speak for
The troubled hearts. Born to attain all your goes in life.
Born for you and me to be together in our holy matrimony.
Our destiny is to be together, and God will make it possible.
Baby the doctors might have said, it is impossible, but remember God says it’s possible
Look at the chemistry of the lock maker, he can never creates a lock without a key
Same, God will never let problems come before us without putting forth a solution.
Doctors will go to school for seven years to be able to cure someone,
But look at how amazing this God is, just by a mare touch you are healed.
Engineers need to come together in numbers to design diagnosing machines in the hospital
But our amazing God uses voice commands to create, just like he create the heavens and the earth
Choolwe baby, cry no more there is a tunnel that there is a tunnel that an eagle eye has never seen.
There is hope beyond that tunnel, beyond the tunnel there is healing. God will grant you healing. He will make you whole again. He knows and understands your pain better.
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