As I journey through life
The vice of hypocrisy offended me
The people I thought were nice
Were not what they appeared to be
Love was what I thought
I would get
But humiliation was
What I received.
As I exited the gate
Of a rich family
I prayed in my heart
That the Lord will not hold
This against them.
The ones I thought were close to me
Treated me shabbily.
I endured the pain
But I thanked God for the pain.
Praying for the ones
Who despised me
Was the revelation I received
I cried to the Lord for help
And my heart started aching for them.
Whether I am loved or despised
I have to keep loving them
Even if I am looked down upon
I have to keep praying for them.
This is my responsibility
This is my mission
And this is the ministry
In which I had been called
And I have to be faithful
To the task assigned.
Ambrose. J. Chakre
