Tafadzwa Mhondiwa Mugari

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One of my teachers had each of us bring a clear plastic bag and a sack of potatoes.
For every person we'd refuse to forgive in our life, we were told to choose a potato,
write on it the name and date, and put it in the plastic bag.
Some of our bags, as you can imagine, were quite heavy.
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Build your house upon the Rock
And it won't move or slide...
A foundation built on sand alone
Will shift from side to side.
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There's an angel on my shoulder,
Though I've never heard her sing,
I know she keeps me safe each day
And close beneath her wing.
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I want to be more like Jesus.
I want to exhibit His many traits.
I want to show others that I care,
By sharing my belief and faith.
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Since Jesus came into my heart,
His presence I always feel.
He totally changed my outlook on life,
When He marked me with His seal.
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When I am called to duty, God,
Wherever flames may rage
Give me strength to save some life
Whatever be its age.
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One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town
proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect.
There was not a mark or a flaw in it.
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Marred, in the hands of the potter lay
The dull ungainly lump of clay;
Failure evident everywhere;
Self efforts ending in despair.
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Looking For Your Face
From the beginning of my life
I have been looking for your
face
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A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully.
Before it blossomed, he examined it.
He saw a bud that would soon blossom.
He also saw the thorns, and he thought,
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Sometimes when I'm sitting
Alone in our house
And the silence around me gathers,
I ponder upon the mysteries
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Gnarled are the farmer's hands
Calloused from his toil...
Diligently sowing seed
In the cultivated soil.
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'A Mighty Fortress Is Our God'
A mighty fortress is our God,
A bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood
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Who stands at your heart's door and knocks?
Knuckles raw serenades you,
Promising the sun, moon all the stars.
Your name a sweet song
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If I Knew
If I knew how to write a song
I’d write one everyday
It would say that I’m in love with
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16.

Beauty
Your lips, your eyes, your soul
Are like a work of art,
The most creative thing of all
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How can I tell you I love you
When those three little words
Don't even begin to explain
The way I feel
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My love, I have tried with all my
being
to grasp a form comparable to thine
own,
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19.

Your lips speak soft sweetness
Your touch a cool caress
I am lost in your magic
My heart beats within your chest
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My love is like an ocean
It goes down so deep
My love is like a rose
Whose beauty you want to keep.
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Tafadzwa Mhondiwa Mugari Biography

Born and raised in Zimbabwe in the capital city of Harare, Budiriro in particular. Attended primary education at Budiriro 3 primary school, Secondary education at Nhowe Mission School, High school education at Malborough High, Mandedza High and Rusununguko High School. He is a CIMA student. Currently teaching at El Roi College)

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Forgiveness... A Very Good Understanding Of Forgiveness

One of my teachers had each of us bring a clear plastic bag and a sack of potatoes.
For every person we'd refuse to forgive in our life, we were told to choose a potato,
write on it the name and date, and put it in the plastic bag.
Some of our bags, as you can imagine, were quite heavy.
We were then told to carry this bag with us everywhere for one week,
putting it beside our bed at night, on the car seat when driving, next to our desk at work.
The hassle of lugging this around with us
made it clear what a weight we were carrying spiritually,
and how we had to pay attention to it all the time to not forget,
and keep leaving it in embarrassing places.
Naturally, the condition of the potatoes deteriorated to a nasty slime.
This was a great metaphor for the price we pay
for keeping our pain and heavy negativity!
Too often we think of forgiveness as a gift to the other person,
and while that's true...it clearly is also a gift for ourselves!
So the next time you decide you can't forgive someone, ask yourself...
Isn't MY bag heavy enough?

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