Thou art an earth idol

Thy heart is not thine

Thy soul dwelleth in the temple of Jah

Like a congregation in a church

Though honour and piousness do ye fortify

Thy yearnings must be buried like a dead being

None liveth wiith a rotten corpse

Its stench conquereth the living nose

Thy cross is a buried yearning

No matter its weight

Be in wait

For thy master to take His temple

Now, stuff the teddy bear

As all thy yearnings bear

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)


But Amoa, I am a Preacher too! And am still preaching, if We can call it that, through my postings in my blog and such.

You are Right. The ‘established’ churches have yearned, and still yearn, for all the wrong things.

Hope I am able to present a different point of view than to the one You seem to be used to. Love and Regards.

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