“Every Christian should be both conservative and radical; conservative in preserving the faith and radical in applying it.”
- John Stott
“Every Christian should be both conservative and radical; conservative in preserving the faith and radical in applying it.”




He feeds strength to my vigourating weakness
And light to my luminating darkness
Feeds my worry filled organs with humour
Shielded in his grace, he is my unseen armour
Defiled laws to keep me undefiled
Defined laws which were undefined
Brings the gold out of this dust, to no longer keep me unrefined.
Fed salvation unclad
The road to my mansion is untarred
Though the devil seems undeterred
The flames in hell do not retard
Mountains wax down in his presence
The whole living still can’t comprehend his ominipresence
Sole being in history that has the remote to the future and present
Souls living in misery, he took out of dark corners where the smell is loud and pungent;
With evil as its paints
Placing them on a cloud of scent
Sing with the crowd of saints.
He kept my fears under my pillow, thats why they are suffocated before I wake
The earth may quake
But the hymen of his word knows no break
A life staked for billions sake
A stripe healed more than a billion mistake
Into skin, himself he baked
Our sins he raked, caked and devoured
Beside the Almighty in heaven, was his to take.

The Evil In The Heart Of Men Flee
The Wounds That Caused Me Nothing But Pain And Shame Would Surely Heal
My Smile I Would At Last Regain
The Stone That Lies Deep Down My Chest At The Centre Of My Rib Cage Would Soften
And A Heart Full Of Love Would Arise And Become Flesh
Our Mothers Would No Longer Desire To Set Their Homes On Fire
And Our Fathers Would Realise Why They Should Adore Their Wives
Instead Of Chasing Them With Knifes
When True Love Leads
Hatred Would No Longer Be Seen
Lust Would Now Be Regarded As Nothing Else But Sin
Wars! Crisis! Chaos!
Would Be Placed Under Our Foot
We Would No Longer Run For Our Dear Lives
Our Children Won’t Be Afraid To Picture Their Future In The Stars
Dreams! Goals! Ambitions!
Won’t Be Stepped Upon By Bourgeois’s Right Before Our Very Eyes.
When Love Leads!
God Leads!
By
Princess Pirinye