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Lucky Zwane Poem
If I were to say you are a fallen angel
I'd be insulting you.
Complimenting you to be beautiful,
But evil in your ways.
Comparing you to a fruit tree,
That has a breath of a rotten fruit.
Taking you as a drug that gives me strength,
Only to lose it and die because of its effect.
Like Eve in the garden of Eden,
Instead of being a helper, she became a burden.
If I describe you,
I'd be giving myself glory.
Rather unite with me,
So that we can share the glory.
Angels serve us, so how can I make you my maid?
Man are higher than angels,
So are woman because they're from man.
If you came from my ribs,
Shouldn't I try to keep you and re-unite my body structure?
I have sown you,
And now I have to reap the all of you.
You are my flash and my bone,
Ngizodla konke namathambo;
just to get my strength back.
I am the glory of God,
And you are my glory;
Thus, the pleasure to the sense of my mind.
You are beautiful beyond words,
For you were not created by words like plants and seas,
But by my body; without you I'm incomplete.
You are an artist,
And art is your offspring.
Copyright © Lucky Zwane | Year Posted 2014
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Lucky Zwane Poem
Money reveals the true thee.
It might not be everything to thee,
But it reveals everything about thee.
God maketh the world go around,
Money maketh the people to wander.
God is the ruler of money;
Money of man.
Money is the root of all evil;
it is through this craving that some have wandered away from the faith.
People need to trust God to be protected,
Money need man to be kept safe;
Thus man need God,
And money need man.
But this days they're doing it the other way around.
Oh! It is said, 'what goes cometh back.'
They're saying, 'God served man through Jesus,
However, man must serve money.'
Don't you know that Jesus died for thee so that you might have life?
Nonetheless,
His the source of everything.
God maketh people to serve Him;
People maketh money to serve it.
God creates,
Man make;
They re-create what God created.
God can destroy both man and money,
Man can destroy money,
but not God.
Therefore, man depend on God, not money.
People work for Money,
Women marry Benjamin,
Men steal Moola.
Many die for Mammon
Even pray for Treasure.
While all they should do is seek the Creator,
And money will follow them.
Thou cannot serve to masters.
It's either you serve God or Mammon.
I say serve God and money will follow thee.
Thus,
Thine have them both.
Money for lifetime;
God for eternal life.
Copyright © Lucky Zwane | Year Posted 2014
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Lucky Zwane Poem
The mind starts every battle.
Dreams are pictures that are in your mind;
You can sleep, but your mind is always awake.
Everything that goes to heart starts in the mind,
Even things that goes to mouth starts in the mind.
Your deeds are controlled by the mind.
For the mind is the battle ground.
The mind captures thousand pictures in a second,
It stores everything you see.
Hearing feed the mind with information,
Information create pictures.
If you realize how powerful your thoughts are,
You would never think negative.
For the mind is the battlefield!
An idle mind is the devil's workshop;
Failure starts in the mind.
In the province of the mind,
What you believe is true or becomes true.
Let your brain be your servant instead of your master;
Rule it instead of allowing it to rule you.
For the mind is the battle ground!
Bad thoughts can be deleted;
The mind can be restored.
Your mindset can change.
For imagination is greater than knowledge.
The mind is the battlefield.
Your blessings are near,
But your mind is far.
You cannot have access to your blessings,
Until you change your mindset.
True enjoyment comes from the activity of the mind,
And exercise of the body;
the two are ever united.
For the mind dominates the body.
When the devil steals your mind,
He kills your soul;
Thus you are destroyed.
Be transformed by the renewing of your mind.
Keep God in your mind,
And you shall be kept in perfect peace.
For the mind is the battle ground.
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Lucky Zwane Poem
God is good
And all the time His love endures
forever.
I thank Him for His lovingkindness,
For His grace
And unfailing love.
The serpent gave me the fruit of lust,
And God gave me the fruit of love;
Which has an everlasting taste on my
mouth.
Oh! It was the fruit from the tree of
life.
His love is limitless, way beyond
measure.
Indeed love is a biological urge,
A Spiritual quality.
For He first loved me,
Thats why I love Him.
His death spoke on His behalf that I
couldn't hear His words.
He loved, not only in words, but in
deed and in truth.
In all my wrongdoings,
He loved me without keeping record
of wrongs.
Whenever I felt like giving up,
He encouraged me to keep on
persevering.
He's always patient,
Slow to anger
And deep in compassion.
His love is agape;
It will never end.
Copyright © Lucky Zwane | Year Posted 2014
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