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Mar 2015
The days when the blood of a child still flowed in my veins
When you couldn't be certain if i had a brain
Running helter-skelter,you'd assume i didn't have shelter



I had my whole life ahead of me
What i was living was a bonus for me
I'd have fun now and get serious with God some time in the after


Afterall,for decades now it's been one ridiculous story of the rapture or the other
I couldn't risk being called "jon"
Afterall even the Good Book says to enjoy life in Ecclesiastes
The condition stated there served as black polish on my silver shoe-totally not needed


Life was a bed of roses for me as i jumped into different beds like one in a hurdle race
My skirts could be likened to the length of time the devil can stay in Light
But i was still a child,i'd do church in the future,i compensated myself


The future came a bit too soon,when i aggressively hugged a moving car one night
My fake amnesia disappeared as every word of Ecclesiastes 11:9 echoed loudly like the siren of the ambulance in my head

Grace came through for me,pulling mercy along,for my life was spared

When every other limb but my right hand was cut off,i knew exactly what to do with it


True,i can't stare back at the girl in the mirror today without donating tears,but from today,i put my right hand to work for Yeshua

BE INSPIRED!!!
Jn9:4!!!!!
#pumped

Yeshua's B.A.E
Dorinda Akueku-Nimpah
Written by
Dorinda Akueku-Nimpah  Accra,Ghana
(Accra,Ghana)   
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