The Bible

He didn’t pen it with his own hands,
Your lord did inspire it.
By involving forty writers.
He made a fishermen loose the shore site,
After time fisherman didn't admire the shoal sight.

The lord did it with a purpose,
Demarcating the old from the New Testament.
Instructing authors to write what he wanted,
By reveling the truth of who he is,
What he does and he is still doing.

The Bible
Keeps us pure and sin free,
It brings us joy and wonders,
It nourishes our souls,
Like honey feed our body,
It guides us with decision-making,
Like a lump lightens our path in a thick darkness.

Obey it.
Memories it.
Think about its words often.
And find pleasure in it.

Blessings Mitembo
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