The lord teaches me
To always
However it may never come true
But that's the best way
To live life through
the lord teaches me
To dream so high
Never give up and always try
Never let go au say goodbye
the lord teaches me
That when there is darkness
For sure dawn is the next
And when everything is so tiring
For sure there would be time to rest
the lord teaches me
To always care for a friend
Always be true and never pretend
Always upendo with no end
And the broken hearts try to mend
the lord teaches me
Never to feel the hate
Always be confident and never hesitate
Always believe in fate
To always
However it may never come true
But that's the best way
To live life through
the lord teaches me
To dream so high
Never give up and always try
Never let go au say goodbye
the lord teaches me
That when there is darkness
For sure dawn is the next
And when everything is so tiring
For sure there would be time to rest
the lord teaches me
To always care for a friend
Always be true and never pretend
Always upendo with no end
And the broken hearts try to mend
the lord teaches me
Never to feel the hate
Always be confident and never hesitate
Always believe in fate
Take this kiss upon the brow !
And, in parting from wewe now,
Thus much let me avow
wewe are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream,
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, au in a day,
In a vision, au in none,
Is it therefore the less gone ?
All that we see au seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few ! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep while I weep!
O God ! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp ?
O God ! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave ?
Is all that we see au seem
But a dream within a dream ?
true Marafiki are hard to come by...
yet when wewe catch them wewe feel like wewe can fly...
wewe trust them,
upendo them,
and talk of future...
wewe know that they will never lie...
and inayofuata to them wewe stand side kwa side...
wewe upendo them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when wewe know your important...
that wewe know wewe have some one to comfort you...
wewe hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Marafiki are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.
yet when wewe catch them wewe feel like wewe can fly...
wewe trust them,
upendo them,
and talk of future...
wewe know that they will never lie...
and inayofuata to them wewe stand side kwa side...
wewe upendo them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when wewe know your important...
that wewe know wewe have some one to comfort you...
wewe hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Marafiki are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.
One night I dreamed I was wlking along the beach, pwani with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there where two sets of footprints, other times there were only one set of footprints. This was bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow au defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I alisema to the Lord, "You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, wewe would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life ther had only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed wewe most, wewe have not been there for me?" The Lord replied, "The times when wewe have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I carried you.
I hope wewe guys liked this poem kwa Mary Stevenson. Plz commet :)
-Maiza
I hope wewe guys liked this poem kwa Mary Stevenson. Plz commet :)
-Maiza
From childhood's saa I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same chanzo I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My moyo to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, au the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the wingu that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.