HIS EXISTENCE IS OUR HOPE

It doesn’t have to be perfect

It just has to serve its purpose

At the appointed time

It will serve its purpose

Though it be scarred

It will be beautiful

Though it be lost

It will be found

Though it be young

It will be mature

Though it be budding

It will yield fruit

Though she be called barren

She will be with child

Thou it be dry land

It shall bring forth water

Everything happens at the right time

He makes no mistakes

He needs no help

He answers to no one

His existence is our hope

 

By Sylvia Chika

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