Oh Africa…and the volume of sound you tend to use on a day-to-day basis
The patience required,
And the reconstruction of sound-altered faces
It always causes me to say,
"Where are my ear plugs? Where have they gone to?"
But they fail me because of the sheer amount of bass that comes through
How will I survive the cacophony?
The repetitive songs in a language unknown?
I guess I'll have to rely on a force that is Holy
And one that is stronger than my own.
God has the solution, but it is not one that fixes my ailment
Instead it turns the situation into good
And causes my flesh to experience impalement.
I once heard a wise man say something like this:
"Your current circumstance isn't the problem,
But it's your perception of the circumstance that is."
So I have to remind myself of my inheritance
And here is how it goes:
In the kingdom of my Father, days are good in every instance
And there are no woes.
Now I have a solution
I don't just have to grin and bear it.
Attach myself to the normal and now sinful creation
Or get used to the things given me to inherit.
The reality of Heaven and all its beauty
Or the futility of all that is around me.
Because the truth is, I have bigger and tastier eggs to crack
No longer should I concentrate on the enemie's attack.
I'll attain that which I should always have more of-
The knowledge of God, His ways, wisdom and love
And as a result, I'll live more like I should
As a citizen of heaven, not one of this world.
(Philippians 3:20)
(Philippians 3:20)
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I was going to write a funny poem, complaining
But I was lead down a different road
Not one I was intending
In all truth, Africa has been hard
But this is something I have learned
To spiritually look on your side of the yard,
And see the grass growing green under your feet
Is really not that hard.
