She was hungry for all and thirsty

She followed him who promised food and wine

Lol, she began to smile out mighty

Cuz she was sure he’ll take her out to dine


He loved her quite well, and could not all to make her know

He’d give when he could and lo, that’s all he could

She loved him really well and did her all to tell him so

And mayhem she’d cry though knowing that’s all he really could


But why the much ado when true you know he cannot all?

Why the time to rise, when sure you know you both will fall?

Why a deaf ear to Him when since you heard the call?

Why deny the love of Him who willed and gave His all?

Why rebuff the bliss and choose to whisk off in the dull?

Why break heads and tongues when neither can roll your ball?


LOVWhy wear a sad face or a frown?

Why let the despair you drown?

Why despise He who laid all down?

Why block your view to that crown?

Why make His blood become all brown?

Why throw that Love to the ground?


For you His love He did give all

That on His shoulders you stand tall

That when life throws you, you won’t fall

That when you get stuck you can call

That when you want you heal your flaw

That you can get free from the claw

That all the ice on you can thaw

That when you smile you bring the awe

For you His love He gave His all

For you His love He did it all


Isaiah 54:5 – “For thy Maker [is] thine husband; the LORD of hosts [is] his name; and thy Redeemer the Holy One of Israel; The God of the whole earth shall he be called.” (KJV)

As we soar through 2016, may we not lose sight of our Maker and Lover. Simply put: May we keep setting our minds on the things above, on Christ, lover of our souls.

Happy New Year 2016!





About sallysuccess

Of Cameroonian nationality, holder of a B.Sc. in Journalism and Mass Communication from the University of Buea. Reading and writing, positive talking and excellence are pleasures. Believes everyone can positively impact the world, even from a small corner of the globe. Strives to be a blessing to someone, somehow, somewhere. A lover of Christ; Bishop of my soul. As prized as you are, I'll let you decide "about me".

Posted on January 8, 2016, in Facing the new year, On Christianity, Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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