Wa modimo ya ekatametsang

The God who draws us near
Pulling us out of deep caverns
Lifter of our heads.
His eye lands on the weak
And seeks opportunity
To lend strength.
He breathes life
Where death resides
The rot does not disgust Him.
Where else can the broken go
For succor?

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