Running around in circles
Running around direction less
Running around hopelessly
Running around aimlessly
Running around without purpose
Running around without Christ.
Running around like headless chickens
Running away from imagined enemies
Running away from their own shadows
Running even in their dreams
They have sleepless nights
They have nightmares
Running helter skelter
They are in need of a saviour
They need Christ.
Running away from witches
Running away from demons
Running away from devil worshipers
Running to witch doctors for help
Help is not forthcoming
Crying out for help in the wrong places
They need to run to Christ
There they will find peace
There they will find hope
There they will stop running around in circles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another great write. Faith tempers your running around in circles so aimlessly.