by Chris Suah
I believed in the world at first sight, I pretended to pray, but was not. I thought it was okay, For I was carried away. Thou shalt not judge Yet, they speak ill of me. I am not dishonest; I am honest. I am not disabled; I am able. I will speak because He is able. For l am His servant. He is my king, On my mind, Lays His chamber, Where He sleeps. My thought is on fire, Prayer has become the key, A key to my freedom, For I will be on His right hand. Under the roof of heaven, Where He will be my spiritual president, Because my mind is divine, Not into the world’s but in his service.
Chris S. Suah is a graduate of the University of Liberia with a Bachelor of Science Degree in Chemistry. He writes from Monrovia, Liberia. He enjoys writing poems in order to share his experiences with others and to make a positive difference in their lives. Some of his works can be read on Bironote.