The price of fame; What's in a name? Feverishly gearing up your act; Not knowing what rules to enact. You keep looking into the mirror; As you rehearse your lines with all vigour; Knowing that deep down in your soul, You have missed the mark with just a meal in a bowl. You know, you have sold your soul to deception; And there is just a thin line between reality and imagination! You let the very essence of who you ought to be, go; just for a moment of faded glory, and now you say no! Yet there is One Who still knows and grieves; For by His stripes we are healed! His Love and Scars are a reminder of His Sacrifice; So don't let it be in vain even in your lingering demise!
The orchestration of restoration; The manifestation of innovation. And the release of God's Glory, Wiping away all your fears; then don't worry; As you take that bold step in time; While listening to your heart's beat and rhyme,; You will be surprised at how much you can accomplish; With every stroke of faith as small as a mustard seed, yet not foolish! Bearing in mind, the reason for your call and existence, As you calculate the distance from where you have also been in pertinence; To give God the Honour, Praise and Glory for His Love and Manifold Resilience. Poem written by Ewoma.