The Way 🇰🇪

  • My walk with Christ

    I met Jesus on Thanksgiving Thursday
    He took me to His home on a Good Friday
    I messed up big time on the same day
    I said I’m sorry I’ve become a burden on Sabbath Saturday
    He said you’ve become my source of Mercy on Palm Sunday
    Now I cannot wait for Easter Monday

  • Keep it Moving

    Not everyday is a good day, Live anyway
    Not everyone will love you back, Love anyway
    Not all deals are fair, Play fair anyway
    Not everyone will tell you the truth, Be honest anyway

  • Alpha and Omega

    LORD, This looks like a dead end
    But so did the Red Sea
    This looks too big to conquer
    But so did Goliath
    This looks like it’s over, end of the story
    But so did The Cross
    I’m laying it all at Your feet
    And keep reminding my heart
    This is Your Story

  • The WORD

    Love with words
    Lust not with them
    Send your words out
    With full sincerity
    Yet Never Forget
    The Word of Life
    From the Maker of words

  • SeeSaw

    You told me you love the rain
    Now I can’t sleep during storms
    It’s not because that I am afraid
    It’s that they remind me of you

  • My Priority

    To my loving family
    Loving you is the only thing
    That I know how to do
    You make me feel Jovial
    Nadra nijiskie ovyo
    You make me feel wanted
    Kwa hilo nasema asante
    For your Love and Friendship
    Levitates sorrow from my body

  • Shatter the Normal

    Don’t just exist, Live
    Be cultured but stick to your moral instinct
    Make mistakes and learn from them
    Embrace modern technology
    But don’t get enslaved to it
    Help others and ask for no favour in return
    Accept compliments but don’t live for them
    Read books and acquire knowledge
    But invest in your talent and passion too
    Learn how to grow in the dark

  • Nuggets

    Trust before you Love
    Know before you Judge
    Forgive before you Forget
    Commit before you Promise
    Appreciate before you Regret

  • Pain to my Pain

    I know a feeling of nothing
    They call it a state of mind
    I bear overwhelmed thoughts
    Constantly on a masked face
    I hold a grudge with myself
    For not acting on my intuitions
    I know I mess up my meadows
    By watering thorns so willingly

  • Do you see me?

    If there was a single speck of sand
    Sitting still surrounded by millions & millions
    Of other tiny specks of sand
    Would the speck of sand still be forced
    To consider its significance
    In the composition of the beach?
    And if whatever the waves don’t wash away
    Is treated as a resource for future travellers
    Will you still see it?

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