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54 Joyce B. Ashuntantang Mile 29* Sons, I can’t answer all your Jesus questions Can’t tell you why he’s white in all your books But I’ll tell you what my sons, I have made him my Mile 29. That stop at the bend A place to refill A moment to rebuild Between J. the dreamer and Esther I have learnt a thing or two I try to treat men and women fair I try to love my neighbor as myself I covet nobody’s things I honor my mother and father And when it gets rough, my sons I look up all the promises in the book, I hide in Psalm 23 And own Psalm 100 So my sons, I may not know When Jesus will come It may not matter whether he’s black or white Just make him your Mile 29 Stop there ev’ry now and then Cupped hands in unison Drink of his wisdom And forget the rest. * Mile 29 is a stop between the towns of Ekona and Muyuka, in the Southwest Province of Cameroon where there is a natural spring. Travelers who ply that road frequently stop here to satisfy their thirst generously. ...

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