But my grade said otherwise
I climbed the highest storey
Yet couldn’t see beyond my nose
I faked a lot of laughs
But could only keep up for so long
I tried to write a symphony
But couldn’t make up the lyrics
I drank the finest of wine
But couldn’t get the taste
I sought wearyingly for answers
But always hit a snag of some kind
So, I fell on my knees
And turned my face to sand
Then I realised,
It is not by muscle
But by GOD.
pulished in REDEEMED CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP EDITORIAL, 2014 edition.
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