I LET YOU IN MY HEART by SCENG J

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Name: Elijah Sinkamba

PenName: SCENG J

Genre: Poems/Proses

Profession: Software Engineer

Location: Zambia


I LET YOU IN MY HEART


People say that in life …You cannot do it all alone 

You need to earn at least one

One, one person

Now from your point of view 

I have earned you

How? I don’t know 

But I have earned you

You, who is so true and just 

You, who loves me for what I am

There is rarely someone in life… who is so very there

But in spite of my short coming… you are always there 


I remember when you said…

Behold I stand at the door and knock,

If any man hears my voice and opens the door

I will come in.

If you are tired of the load of your sin,

If you desire a new life to begin,

A changed heart from within,

Let me in


So, I let you into my heart…


If there is a tempest your voice can not still

If there is a void this world can never fill

If friends once trusted have proved unreal,

Them not being true,

Find what a friend I will be to you


So, I let you into my heart…


I let you in…!


You have proved to be the greatest friend of all

Without you in my life

This world filled with so much hurt and pain

Will consume me


In times of grief and sorrow

You are always there with me 

Today and tomorrow

To take all my pain

Drying my tears…

What manner of love is this? 


There’s a void in my chest only you can fill

There’s a desert in my life no wonder I’m always thirsty for your love

I let you in and you have worked within

And now I can capture my soul flexing ku wire

Call me chella Tukuta


My point being, you are the peace my chaotic soul has always yearned

That’s why I let you in

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