FREE HAND
My mind is beginning to tickle
I don't know whether to toggle between what I thought or what I face now
I used Goggle to get reasons
But I was left in the hazel of boggle
So as words tickled my mind
I began to wonder
Who is ready to mingle with this munter born by a hunter
I am just a hinter and a minter trying to ginger myself to the top of the ladder.
I thought of going slower
I will surely get there sooner or later
I didn't dream that much bigger
As these thoughts went through my mind, I began to shiver like a toddler
And began to fiddle like a man caught to be infidel.
I was looking like a despicable beggar
Just then series of stories began to fable my mind
Yes, the story of the great Saviour
He was to gather all together
Yet He was born in a manger
Many downplayed His nature
But that didn't prevent the popper and the harper from welcoming the Messiah
I began to realize, I am like a pot in the hands of the potter
Who moulded me in the form of a love letter
And then ported me to the world for them to ponder over my wonder
After knowing this, I resolve to push hard till I get to the pinnacle.
Thank the Almighty who has brought me this far.
I never thought I will reach this far but for grace
©BCIL©
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