My Choice Poem by Hannington Mumo

My choice is of the queerest cadre:

A taste for appetites odd and no blot of ado,

And as you watch my eyes get sadder

And my face wince to painful melancholy;

Beaten by the mighty storms of fate.



My choice is of an unpopular path

Not loved by sojourners of this earth;

It’s the hidden highway that many miss

Though it leads to true respite and blessed bliss.



Let me find relief from the weight of woe,

And your commands and bidding do;

This is the only part I ask of you

Because short is my life and my days fleeting few!



What informed my choice my Heavenly Father knows;

Whether I go to perdition or move to glories high;

Whether I shall soon prosper or my doom be nigh,

‘Tis all His omnipotent bidding and not my recalcitrant vows!