Let’s take the street again for ourselves

The very first place of our concocted love

In truth, trust and honesty

We built and gave our world amnesty

In the rims of love riding on the wings of our world

the love story of humanity was initiated

for the glory of our king’s holy name to be propitiated

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only son

That whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

On the old rugged tree, you hanged as the cursed for the curse

Your sacrifice my love, has been my wealth for all eternity

Your precious blood spilt accumulated all the worlds riches for my sake

To prove the worth of your image as my portrait

In patience but great eagerness will I await your coming

For you are indeed the first fruit of love


By John Mefful

John Mefful is a virtual assistant and a freelance writer in diverse fields. He was born and groomed in the dark vegetation of Africa, Ghana to be precise. He is an Alumnus of the University of Cape coast, with strong writing and oratory skills. He is passionate about writings which challenge status quos.

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