Sometimes I wonder… I search my soul and I wonder…
Are you the God that made me?
That blew his breath in me?…
Are you the one that put me down in a crib of h**l?
The h**l of poverty, disease and hunger.
Are you the same God that lives in churches
Where preachers talk about you
Where people sing praises unto you?….
Are you the God that made me?
Left me to fend for myself in stinking ghetto streets of zimbabwe
Abused, rejected, neglected .
Are you the one that put me down to sleep
in grave yards and gully banks?
Are you the same God that makes miracles
That changed water into wine
That calmed the waves and raised the dead?
Are you the God that made President Robert Mugabe
To feel police brutality
Although I have committed no crime?
Are you the same God that put bread on rich people’s tables
And leaves my belly empty day after day?
Are you the same God that heals the sick
But let my poor mother die just so?…
Are you the god that made me?
That will one day take back the breath you gave me?
Are you the same one that never blessed my life
Let me live in grief and pain
To die someday shot down like a dog?
Are you the same one that talks of love
But never sent any my way.
Are you the same God that lives in heaven
But will not greet me in yur kingdom
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