Chinweokwu Sunlight M. Ndubuisih

(10th January,1987 / Enugu State)

To The Lord's Glory I Do My Thing


To the Lord's glory I do My thing is the poem, born of the faith and love of God's glory deem this fit, I 'm called by God through the people to do a thing of service to God and humanity, where mind and interest varies in specie and structure, justice is come to My heart as the symbol of righteousness! what have become of your people? would this be the invention of politics in Your Church? . But My soul is clean and ready to do that which shall exult Your kingdom and Your people higher day to day. And I'm throwing My rhyme that to the Lord's glory I do and shall do My thing before the last breath! ! .

Submitted: Sunday, November 17, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 19, 2013
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