Truth be told, the love gathers enemy and friend, brother and sister, mighty and weak with one love
A gain is certain for I falter with the one true love
I hear people say love, but love is more than what I fantasize for I have devoured all to the one true love.
The love of our Lord skips the heights of the mountains, breezes through the winds and fills the emptiness within me.

Corny as it may sound, its intensity is overwhelming and impeccable.
Brothers from all corners of the world open up for the one true love from our Lord.
Let the sin find you holy, not the holy finding u sinful I doubt my purity but I stand still for the word

Delighted we become, blessed we go with the one true love
The honour of his presence shakes out the evil within me, meticulous I become to work for the Lord.

The enchantment of the glory of the Lord of which I am embedded in, ignites my eagerness to work for the Lord
Scriptures to scriptures lighten my path, to see what the world doesn’t seem to
see, I am not intelligent but the stupidity I preside over makes me outstanding.

Poet: Nshuti Serge

SCHOOL: Nu-Vision High School