"HE CAME TO ME"
He came to me
The old primitive serpent
In my solitary hour
At the time of low spiritual tempo
Destabilized emotionic mood
Whispering in my heartic ears
Like innocuous gentle breeze
The gentle whispering voice
Divulge obligatory, solitary and inestimable
Pressure
Mounted on me with every meticulous
Passion
To execute his whispering
The pressure made forceful, incessant
And hurriedly move of me
With no merciful Permission to apply a break
Behold it
Take a photographical sight of them
Arent they beautiful to have a sight of it?
Are they not precious and testy
Enough to have a test of them?
It gave me laborious thought and inject
Me with restless day and sleepless night
I was plugged into turmoil and dilemma
What about the days of greatness?
The days of high and sumptuous spiritual tempo?
On the Holy Alter and resplendent
Presence of the Holy One
Stood I, trashing, rebuking
The beautiful, obscene golden sighted evil
Why me, now pleasuring in her beauty
And testing in her precious evil test
Far from that
Came he again the voice
Take it the other way
How fair it is for a shepherd hunger in the
Sheep but have no test of them?
How fair it is for a shepherd
Shepherd but another posses?
For in it He said,
Prevent not a cattle
The pleasure on him as he tour in
The hotness of the sun’
In it said He again
A man eateth from the
Work he worketh
The work of thy hands maketh a way for thee
From it, thou shall have life therein
Therefore, let thee glory on the sheep
Trusted on thee for shepherding before
Others glory on the sheep
Then shall regret storm flood thee
Away in great anger
The harmonious, home-nistic and articulated
Heresy, Plugged me into turmoil
And dilemma
Plugged my hands, ears, eyes
In fact my whole body into the mouth of destruction
Worst still, my heart in agreement
Though not a whole, but a part of my soul
In the mouth of destructive leopard
Behold my whole body
The angry-hungry leopard anxiously
And curiously
Waiting for the entering of my neck
On which my head lies
To clash together the thunderous teeth
On my merciless crush
Like a chick allured out of the
Mothers cover by a pre
Was I almost allured out of His protection
Like a chick out of mothers cover is
Liable to the lethal of hawk
Was I almost exposed
To the total destruction of the old primitive serpent
The pressure was mortally irresistible
It grab on me vehemently, like the
Grab of the cob-wed on a fly
I ignited my spirit, trying to raise my
Head out from the grave of sinful pressure
But in vain
For like a heavy object sinking down
Deeper the ocean
So was the heavy pressure of the
Sinful suggestion of the heinous
Voice of the old primitive serpent, plugged
Me down the depth of the ocean of turmoil
And dilemma
Oh! God Now I know
Not by man's power, might or technicality
But of your spirit O! LORD GOD ALMIGHTY
Fainting caught my eyes and heart
I was dead in the thought of decision
I resolved that I could not make it
I almost gave up the ghost of hope and
Faithfulness
To agree and service the voice, to allow
Destruction on me for such a temporary
Pleasure
But at the shattering of all the protection
Walls around me
The armies of destruction circulated
Around me
Freeze! They exclaimed
My sword taken from me
My helmet at the other side of the floor
So were all my armors of war and defiance
Scattered against my reach
Hand cup on my two hands
At the dragging of my feet out of His
Holy presence
I remembered the God of my greater days
I lifted my sight to all the high mountains
I found no hope
No help and no redeemer
But, I gun my sight higher above the mountains
With every meticulous passion
I behold, A Great Mighty Being-God of all
Deeper beyond the deepest oceans
Wider than the length of equator
Higher above the highest mountains
Onto Him cried I aloud, my face lifted up
The hand cup still on my hand
Surrendered by the armies of destruction
O! God! Remember the days of my
Little puritan service
The Rod of Justices He raised up
On the destruction of the armies
Of destruction and on the mercy and
Justification of my soul
So was I freed and delivered of
The heinous grabs of the lethal voice
Of the old primitive serpent
Then my lessons I leant
Faithfulness the attribute of God
Holiness the act of Jesus Christ
Salvation the gift of the old rouged cross
And all, the power of the Holy Spirit
God giveth to them that believeth
So, no man should boost.
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Hear The Poetic Voice Of God by Nwoko Solomon
SpiritualGod speaks everyday in different ways to us, but most times, when we fail to listen we say God does not speak to us and often we feel He has abandoned us. See how God can speak to you today through the words of poems.
