The Master and His Slave

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.

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