The Invincible creator, open
the gates of eternity, should all men be immortal, for he fears what is next
after his last breath on earth. He believes it appears as though one is
plunging into an ocean of darkness, where light is inconceivable.
Build insurmountable borders
of indestructible love, for all men to be inseparable brothers, for the
eradication of war and ceaseless troubles. To make motherland smile in a wildish world.
Right from the loins has the
devil tempted and engineered plans for an unborn child.
Right from his early days on
earth, has the loser taken advantage of his naivety to earthly affairs. The prophets at his birth bed,
In gladness, prophesied of his great destiny, the loser shall be shamed, they
said.
But here we are today, what
has happened?
His insatiable desires had
made him vulnerable and weak. The children now throw stones and mud at him, and
the elders do not want to associate with him.
In daily acts, have we constantly
disappointed you ooh Father. The unspeakable acts of man bring woes and death
to dine with him.
Suffering has wrinkled the
flesh of his forehead, and Illness has disoriented the vigour of his youth and
created room for his incapabilities.
He now roams the street in
rags decorated with atoms of sorrow. Handcuffed in lies, as the truth stands no
longer with him to rescue.
Preoccupied with challenges
from the hands of time. Can I rest, he pleads and looks up to the sky, or has
the creator written me off from his agenda? He asks, but who will answer?
For neither the birds of the air nor the ants of the soil care.
Please forgive me Father; I
have a confession to make (In tears and anguish), I have been the architect of
my woes.
Let the rain wash away the filth
in me.
Let the sun scare away the
darkness in me.
Let the hourglass of time not
be against me.
I have nowhere else to go
(sobs), do not let me wallow in shame, they are laughing at me.
It is like demons torment me,
so foolishly have I been, to allow vanity weld the key to my soul. I have discovered my err, I have
failed, and am like the fly perching wherever ill smells.
My impious desires
have beclouded the humanity in me.
Gored in Fights that I was
destined to win, and denied of the glories meant for me, I feel heartbroken in
shamefulness.
Am even ashamed of my
nakedness, give me boldness in this troubling waters, am on the verge of being
consumed.
Do not let me get drowned, If
you deliver me, I shall stand to bridge the gap across generations for your
sake.
I can feel the violent winds
of your presence,
I can hear the earthquaking
steps of your feet,
How can I be so special that
you never forsake me? Oooh oooh (tears flowing) forgive me, Father, add a
little salt to my life and make it tasty. I desire to fight for you and live
the rest of my days in your temple.
(Words of the Creator:
My son, I have heard your cry,
for how can a father forsake his prodigal son? The time they say waits for no
man except me. I will give you a little time to live up to my expectations, if
you fail me again, I shall let the devil have his way.
Rise as the eagle I have
created you to be, healed are your wounds, for your gored glories shall count
no more.)
Thank you, Father, your
worshipability shall I proclaim to every corner of the earth for the rest of my
life.
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