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MABIOR ISAIAH, is a young Africans’ poet who lives in South Sudan.
Regardless of color or height.
He mix up with people of different skin and age, he believes that people are not responsible for their appearance and if they are? That is not the reason for isolating them.
This poet when a head poems about life and it features.
Blow is one of his poems titled “In Christ alone”
In Christ alone.
From dust to life
is how I came
My heart and
Brain are made
Of Clay
In Christ alone
I found this peace
Luxury, joy and
all his care
In Christ alone I
Found the rest
Sounds of strings
And joyful songs
He said am freed
The day he died
His loving heart
I will never forget
In Christ alone
I own a wife
Beautiful in heart
and all her shape
All her friends are
Made of words
Full of spirit
and charming love.
I was a room
Where stress lives
But on his arm
I gain my sense
In Christ alone I
Won the prize
Made of gold
and shining stones
All in one I met my
Love.
Written by Mabior Isaiah
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In Christ alone.
From dust to life
is how I came
My heart and
Brain are made
Of Clay
In Christ alone
I found this peace
Luxury, joy and
all his care
In Christ alone I
Found the rest
Sounds of strings
And joyful songs
He said am freed
The day he died
His loving heart
I will never forget
In Christ alone
I own a wife
Beautiful in heart
and all her shape
All her friends are
Made of words
Full of spirit
and charming love.
I was a room
Where stress lives
But on his arm
I gain my sense
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