I hate being corrected
Though I know am spotted
Many a time I know am wrong
But prefer keeping face and be strong
Greatly of Him I know am loved
Though I keep myself of His blessings starved
Those of us who long for grace
Must know to keep a steady pace
For long is the distance
The destination is of no pretence
But only for those who desire holiness
Will enter therein with boldness
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
13 December 2024
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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