Last time you were here we felt a different atmosphere couldn’t recover from the feeling of your smile.
Then I watched out for you the next Sunday, I Prayed Monday to Saturday that I may see that beautiful smile in you.
But you weren’t here my friend, didn’t see you till service end. Seemed the Old serpent spoke to you that weekend. How scared I was, the thought of loosing you to his wicked serpent. For he’s such a callous liar, Deceit is his signature.
Then today, so anxious as I ponder in my heart about you. If only I could asked for your contact, I looked up aimlessly into the clouds. A call might have at least confirmed my doubt
Then I saw you being ushered in like a royalty. How I jumped and screamed in my mind “My friend is back home”, to his very father’s house.
Church is fun friend, just when you’re here.
Church is fun when we shout, sing, scream and rejoice
Church is fun friend, I’m so glad to be here.
Church is fun My friend, just when you’re here!
my question for my fellow bloggers is “who is that person that gives you joy when both of you are together singing, shouting and praising God?”
May God bless you?
Please let me know all your reactions, views and insights in the comment box below!
Kogwuonye Patrick Onyeka
University of Benin