Submitted By: Kingsley Momoh

A master piece That is what it is
World of hunger,
World with so much disease
World filled with wonder
that never seems to cease.

A master creator, that is who you are
God our father, up in Heaven afar
A Masterpiece, yet a channel it is
a part to pass, to spend eternity.
Some sort for the world
Some for the Lord

Some seemingly are blind
what they search for, they just cannot find.
And the outcome of eternity,
solely depends on this.

World of fun, Many have gone.
Even those who seemed brave,
have gone-to the grave.
World filled with health and all kinds of disease
life is such an irony.
Life We live, life we see
It could be fun if only We live
accordingly to how the Lord wants it to be.

© June 2002, Kingsley Momoh