Ogolla Enock

Life is a test. Life is a trust.
Life is a temporary assignment.
And all men are but stewards.
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I once asked someone if he'd attend
a program I knew he had been longing
to participate in ever since I knew him.
"I wish the answer was as easy as Yes or No."
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The Lord is my Ebeneezer,
this far He has led and
helped me in every need,
This strengthens my confidence, I trust
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Here, among these ruins once stood
the throne of dignity, honor, and respect;
full of glory, and flowing with abundance.
The hope of men. A force to reckon with-
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Death! Death with its strong claws
makes no sound as it comes.
But with a precision of a sniper;
mindless of height and tide,
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I once held the ultimate in my hands and vowed to protect it.
But for a moment, my arms grew cold and I neglected it.
So it gathered cold and died right in my hand asking why
I promised the ultimate and delivered the opposite.
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Origin, Identity, morality, and Purpose
are key. Once lost or sold, a person has
very little to offer and nothing left to lose
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Hearts faint when the storm rages,
Hopes sublimes when the veil of sense
hangs dark between God and men.
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There comes a time when the conviction
held in a family demands the strength
and zeal of a younger mind.
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With love and friendship,
We have weaved our web of time
And made together our best encounter.
But when our parting time comes, I pray
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Despite age, position, and experience,
No one has a monopoly on wisdom
Or the solution to all human problems.
To act omniscient and all-capable is either
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We all have crosses we can't but must bear.
But God does not make mistakes,
He does not put burdens on shoulders
too weak to bear them nor give crosses
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After many days of battle,
Someday along life's journey,
we'll pause for a while
and take a rest underground.
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An apple does not survive a blow
One small bruise and it's dead. So is life.
Precious but delicate, that's what we are.
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The heart faints when the storms of life rage,
Joy sublimes like snow when the window
of sense is closed between God and men.
But misery has a silver lining after the pain
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The best among men do not drop from heaven.
Nor do they rise from a particular place or race.
Some are born and bred in palaces surrounded by privileges
while others; born in remote villages, schooled in hardships
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This world was passed down to us
and will continue on, with or without us.
By ourselves, we cannot carry its weight
on our shoulders and move an inch.
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Don't be so sure of yourself
Unless you have been put to the test
and proved otherwise.
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Long live the memories we made
Hail to the friendships we forged,
and a toast to those who stayed
even after they were wronged.
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After many days of battle,
Someday along life's journey,
We'll pause for a while and
take a rest beneath the ground.
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