Poems By Poloko Madikong

Me I choose, not to snooze, so eternal life I don’t loose.

Do the right thing and choose

Not to snoose,

So botshelo bo sa khutlheng U don’t loose

I’m on an outreach

For both the poor and the rich reach,

To them the holy news preach,

Salvation teach,

Have it understood by each, individual

So they have heaven’s clear visual.

Jeso the visionary

Turned me, my voice and stationery,

Charcoal and paper into a missionary,

Servant of the great commission,

Have sin suffer the greatest omission,

From the hearts of the nation

Through their submission

To that word of salvation.

My lips tools of the revelation

Of He,

Master of soul elevation,

The remedy, the life tree,

Whose fruit any soul can have for free;

The Messiah,

His purpose foretold by bo-Jeremiah, bo-Isiah.

John 3:16, for the cross, to make life available,

He came,

Tshenolo 3:20, a knock on our hearts’ doors,

Calling us by name,

Go itshela o o tsididi moriti mfana

 Is a deadly game.

Me I choose, not to snooze, so eternal life I don’t loose.

Do the right thing and choose

Not to snoose,

So botshelo bo sa khutlheng U don’t loose

Jesus’ Grace

Ga re ga phefo, tlhaloganyo ya me e mpona ke phepheulega, ke thethekela like kgoba la biri//sees my life journey’s cul-de-sac when I’m faced with ditau le diphiri//but I step on, phitshe dipelaelo tsa yone tlhogo ke bone sephiri//ya! Modimo Jeso o ntshenoletse His Grace and might//which give the assurance ka go tsholetsa lebante after the fight//that like David, I’m well-armed to diga Goliate//gape a nnetefaletsa gore even thru the night//as with the Isralite//His fire’s my light//like well maintained pone tsa tsela, daar so making d julle pad, ever so bright. Glimpse