When I Think of Him
When I think of him, I think of him as a warrior—
A warrior against poverty, inequality, and the downtrodden.
When I think of him, I think of him as a mentor—
A mentor who straightened the lost and healed broken relationships.
When I think of him, I think of him as a speaker—
A speaker who spoke from the heart.
When I think of him, I think of him as a beggar—
A beggar who begged for the needy.
When I think of him, I think of him as crooked—
Crooked in the way he took deviations for others’ prosperity.
When I think of him, I think of him as a friend—
A friend who kept even his enemies close.
When I think of him, I think of him as a leader—
A leader who sacrificed his dignity for the sake of others.
When I think of him, I think of him as a visionary—
A visionary who brought forth ideas for generations to come.
When I think of him, I think of him as a missionary—
A missionary who gave his life for his mission.
When I think of him, I think of him as a developer—
A developer who brought to life projects others couldn’t imagine.
When I think of him, I think of him as an administrator—
An administrator filled with anger, dedication, and spirit.
When I think of him, I think of him as a pleader—
A pleader who cried for others’ needs and happiness.
When I think of him, I think of him as a martyr—
A martyr who endured criticism and allegations.
When I think of him, I think of him as a father—
A father who cared for us and shared our burdens.
When I think of him, I think of him as a patient—
A patient who never lost hope or willpower.
When I think of him, I think of him as a child—
A child who gave up everything to embrace his Master.
Yet, he still remains fresh in my memory…
