When Christ Is Four Days Late, He Is Still On Time Poem by Preston Mwiinga

Even when they are cutting our sets.
Even when the make us to die a painful death as we
witness ourselves being slaughtered worse than a
goat upside down. We can't scream as they paralyse
us.
Even when they only make us popular at our death
Even when the young & the old come to watch our
nakedness with justification that our private parts have
been removed.
Even when the police carry out the extensive patrols
but the murders still continue.
Even when kids are no longer safe to go to school
because they being kidnapped and their heads
getting chopped
Even when the city is not in an error but in terror
because it's not a horror movie on a 3D screen but
reality, we are dying.
Even when we turn to forget that there is a God in
heaven who can help us only when we honestly kneel
down to him and pray with our tears which are never
a worst.
Even when we turn to doubt God like Jobs wife and
turn to question his existence and make witchdoctors
as our priorities whilst forgetting that even them the.
Witch doctors are scared to move at night as they
truly know that they can never restore their own
lives.
Even when others have decided to consult the
oracles, and the oracles have given them a deaf ear
because they nothing but just mere idols or should I
call them decorations?
Remember he may seem silent about it. He may not
bring out the culprits to open. He might not show his
wrath now, but remember even when Christ is four
days late, he is still on time.
He shall bring to justice those persecuting his
Children. Present your tears to him and he will act up
them.
Even when he is four days late, My God is still on
time.