# NoFilter

One of the tributes I got was,
You’re growing up to be a fine young man—
Whilst others questioned, is he good enough,
To be a man?
Will he rise, because the way he’s acting,
It seems his age is the same as his shoe size,
Disappointment, close to an embarrassment,
We’re going into a new year,
When God takes us home will he ever be an heir,
Dressing up like he’s a sinner,
Like him the devil’s taking out to dinner.
For a brief moment I paused like,
What’s the cause of all this,
Maybe it’s to see if I’ll retire,
To give up on the salvation I’ve freely acquired.
Yes I’m broken,
But God wants me broken and contrite,
But last I checked broken crayons still coloured fine,
So that which was said in the beginning,
Your perception I called a misconception.
You insulted my intelligence, yes!
I’m talking to you ladies and gents,
Words spoken in the beginning,
Because in the beginning He was the Word,
And the Word was flesh which came to save,
This wretch from the mess he created.
Although the infections of sin infected me,
I’ve been made clean,
Because by His stripes, I’ve been healed.
Even the cost to be diagnosed was too high,
He paid it all for me when He died,
So for this reason I make sure I add to my faith,
Goodness and to goodness, knowledge and to knowledge
Self-control and to self-control.
Perseverance and to perseverance, godliness and to godliness.
Brotherly kindness and to brotherly kindness,
Though sometimes I “turn up loud”,
I humble myself because God opposes the proud,
So this one you called disappointment,
Will soon have an appointment,
With the one that’s sovereign.
At that moment it will all be worth it,
When I hear well done my good and faithful servant.

Radelle Leonce

By: Radelle Leonce

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