What If I Knew Not His Word Poem by Duncan Ramashitja

What if I knew not his word?

What if I knew not the pain, would I rejoice in shame?
Or would I just be the name that remained foreign?
Would I be able to decrease so he can increase?
Full of excuses would I then be whom his spirit chooses?
Would I understand God when he spoke?
Or would I rather depend on the world with its false hope?
Would I cope, when the Devil test me without the scope?
What if I knew not his word? Would I be worthy of the price paid?
Would I be fulfilled, content, and not repent?
Would I be able to distinguish the difference between a version and a wish?
So to speak, would I include his message in my speech?
Somebody please, do tell, would I understand the Bishop when he teaches?
Would I have the strength to even attempt to practice what I preach?
Would I respond to his call? Would I know that he loves me even after the fall?
Would I be like Paul, and write God's message for all?
Would I have life? Would see or would I still be in need of sight?
Would I retrieve or fight?
Would I sing praise, with tears still on my face?
Would I still run the race, with his pace?
The answer is No, my heart now Knows, that my life will never be the same.
For he endured my pain, and his word has brought me peace of mind.