My Saviour Poem by Mantsebo Golda Motlhatlhedi (Gaojewe)

red pieces of a broken one, scattered
again, a dream to be it in, shattered
wonder if it will ever be restored
the reflection is not worth watching

soaked in tears and blood from bleeding
nauseating feeling like i had bad flu,
eyes blinded by my sad and teary eyes
each time the mender comes close i run scared

i preferred it broken i suppose
a reminder of where i have been
i have now taken hope in for heeling
and trusting in total restoration
with hope and trust in arms
i could bear the pain

along came Melody, a song of life
Humble, like a saint,
i feel like the only Lucky one
very Expressive, he clearly laid it down for me
not holding anything within

my redeemer, a pleasant Name indeed
to share a Grand life in HIS glorious KINGDOM together
his name is more than just a name
Jesus Is my Saviour