This poem summarises what happened at the School of Discipleship last week.
Freedom
I took wrong turns
Had no aim
But wanted the fame
I even changed my name
But things were the same
Crying out loud
And no one heard a sound
But clearly I was attached to the ground
How could this be
How could no one see
That I wanted to be free
This killed my self esteem
My eyes never dried of tears
And this multiplied my fears
They were supposed to be my peers
Far or near
It was so clear
I was in the wrong crowd
Though I wanted the crown
Burning up with anger
I couldn’t see the sign of danger
Forgot that He was born in a manger
That He is not a stranger
Died on the cross for me to live
All I had to do was believe
That He is able to retrieve
And from the pain I’ll be relieved.
Fear of the unknown
I had to be bold
Not to do what am told
The Bible I had to quote.
Trapped within my own thoughts
The mind, the heart, in battleship
Had to reach Bethlehem
Learn to choose
What to use
And what not to lose.
In my mind some things I had to delete
So to feel complete
For the answers were beneath
Had to dig deep
For me to see
That on the cross He did bleed
Just for you and me
To be free.
By 
ikatso Nkile
Face The Nation Volunteer 2011
