Remember
The heart is deceitful above all things
And beyond cure, who can understand it?
The words it speaks or the songs it sings
Just to achieve what it sees for it fit?
'Tis the Lord that searches the heart,
'Tis he that examines the mind,
And weighs the souls of all art,
In the palm of his right hand
He rewards us according to our conduct,
According to all of our deeds-
Are they a good product,
The fruits of our seeds?
In the days of our youth,
Let us remember our creator,
Dedicating our every breath,
To him our sin's vindicator.
poem by Isunge Mwangase
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