Show Forth CHRIST

It’s high time

The Pregnant clouds emptied themselves

The wind had commenced combing the nearby bushes

The polythene had had their wings widely spread in the sky

And to the tune of the wind they dance

As I long to prosper in your fruit, and show forth you

O Lord

More than the wealth of the land,

What the world offers, matters not,

It’s all like crumbling sand

It has no substance for sustaining life

Of eternal value, I mean

Its only use is for the temporal

In fulfilling worldly dreams

But one day soon it will all be gone

As if it had never been

And when we’re standing without it all,

What in us will be seen?

For worldly wealth has no real value,

Nor character to strive for,

For we are nothing when all is revealed

If we lack the fruit of the Lord, and don’t show forth him

I’d rather have the qualities of God,

The fruit of His Spirit inside, and show forth him

For it’s His character that will remain

When we enter eternal life.


Aaron A. T.


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