The first time my eyes encountered thy beauty,
My heart began to know thee,
Thy beauty left me with the scar in my heart,
When I look at it, reminds me thee
The more I try to treat the scar the bigger it grows,
This makes me feel hazy for thee,
Its a malady said by Zinhle,
My heart palpates,
My brain is losing control,
It’s an idiopathic malady,
May thy love heal me with thy beauty,
Nearer to thee my God, my therapy,
There murmurs I hear, say me mad,
Yes, crazy like thy faithful servant Paul.
crazy because of thy beauty inside out,
The beauty my eyes can’t resist,
My lips bounce up and down ready to proclaim the good news,
My feet steady and fit to follow thee elsewhere.
Ooooh! Jesus, I love thee and thy beauty is amazing.
By: Goodson Tembo