The Christ i know
is not buried in the preacher's sermons
nor in the pastor's big BIBLE
nor in the flowing gowna of all who command the pulpit
The Christ i know
does not covet every pauper's naria to buy is flying jet
nor sell salvation to the children of babylon.
My Christ does not joy
in the sedative opiums
dished out every sunday
so the furious sun can continue to reign
unchallenged in his fatal glory
nor in the high mountain of tithes and offerings
amidst a vast ocean of hunger...
The Christ i know
is the passenger sitting right next to me
each kobo i give to complete his fare
draws me closer to God
The Christ i know
is that stranger who is lost and cant find his way
each direction i give that he may find his way
draws me closer to God
The Christ i know
is the poor widow down the street
each cup of garri i give
to appease the raging worms in her belly
draws me closer to God
The Christ i knw
is you my friend
each smile or tear i cry with you
each kindness i show and love i give
draws me closer to God
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