Dear Chipo, Poem by Preston Mwiinga

I present this letter to you with love and care.
I write it so that whenever you feel, you need a voice to speak to you, this should be the one.
I present it to you so that whenever you want someone to remind you of the love of God, through this you will be reminded.
I come to you as your comfort; to restore your hope when you feel hopeless, God loves you so does the family.
You may be on that hospital bed right now,
You may not be able to walk as of now,
You may not be able to do anything on your own right now,
You may not be able to chat or visit all those you care for,
The injuries on your body might be painful right now.
You may be tired of taking the medication and your body adopting a scent of a drug store.
A message of hope I bring unto you, God loves you, He first loved you even before you were born.
He prepared your future even before our parents never first of taking you to school.
He showed his care for you that moment when he spared your life on that tragedy moment.
He held on to you and whispered softened and tenderly into your ears, ‘Daughter I still need you to be that testimony' that very moment; when did wonders unto your life in that comma for a month.
When the doctors said it was impossible, God said it was possible,
When the family was weak and so deep worried, God knew the better plans he had for you, plans not fail you but to prosper you.
He is a God of wonders, a God who is able to make the impossible possibility, very possible.

Miracle Child, God has a special mission for you, when he is four days late, he is still on time at his appointed time he will make you get up from that bed.He has never failed and never will be on you.
Miracle Child, whenever you feel you need a shoulder, lean on him,
When you are staggering, hold on to him,
When you face a barrier ahead of you call to him and he will answer.
Miracle Child, , Dear Chipo with these few I rest hear love you.