He came to church to give a testimony
He believed could touch the lives of many.
So they gave him a microphone,
To turn the voice into a loud tone.
Elated he was for he'd been cured of Ebola
(Even his wife could attest to this, Viola)
The whole congregation went rapturous
To hear such news; so miraculous.
But when he turned to give the microphone
Back to the Senior Pastor
The response was:
'Son, give it to the Junior Pastor'
But the other Clergyman refused to have it
So the Senior Pastor persuaded him
To kindly take it home as a gift
'The church had given to him
To celebrate his healing dream'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely line like flow of a river