Shapil Ngutwa




My Lover

My lover


In the midst of the noise,

Each sound trying to make known its voice,

Yet there is still a voice I long to hear,

To speak into my ear with the warmth so near.


On the en.

My love

It’s not and it has never been a race,

But with big limps to the lord I rush to embrace.

My eyes fixed on His… I fall in love with his gaze,

Forever His, and in His arms I thank God for the grace.


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