by Lawrence Mathebula
I live daily, but not for my sake; Unto God I’ve given myself; For death, I would not forsake, Himself and myself. I know wherefrom I came And I know where I should dwell, Where devotees have came; And where they’ve gone to dwell. Alone – I will never be; I am behind Him, a shepherd. Without Him, I shall not be; The Lord is my shepherd. Without much, what there could be That I ever shall want? Nothing out there will be, For one and all to want.
Lawrence Mathebula is a 28-year-old poetry enthusiast from South africa. He has a few blogs. Support his work on Ko-Fi.