SASHA: THE ZUZE

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 Humbly;
With no disrespect,
Or ill manner;

Were I Jesus,
I’d built my church on her!

Simon Peter would deny me thrice,
But I could rely on her. I can.
She’s never let me down.
So, on her I’d build my church,
The foundation;
She’d be my rock.

And in her I’d plant my seed,
Assured; come harvest, I’ll reap!


Whatever you may think of this,
Precisely, it is as I mean!



@rudd_poetry

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#MyLife_MyPoetry✊

Location: Harare, Zimbabwe

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