Make a Jest
I feel the winds blowing,
Sweeping away hope, blowing away faith
I see an enormous wave,
Drawing close, to flood my mortal body.
I stand in the dry lands
Panting and thirsting for a drink.
I lay on devastated pasture lands
With slim hope.
Then I hear a voice saying:
“Make a jest am with you.
Take a step, I guide you.
Give up strength, I revive you.
Seek for health, I heal you.
Feel my scars, I take the blame.
Behold the promise, I save the rest.
A child is born, the savior reigns
Immanuel, I am with you.
I am glad, when all is well with you.
poem by Timothy muggaga
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