Monday, July 17, 2006

Praise.

Life is like an endless journey
where we see things that are rather funny
we come across a lot of hurdles
which may come in bundles
raging like a roaring storm
they come to plough us down
we forget that we have a supreme being
who cares and forgives, no matter the sin
our existence on earth is by his grace
and all he desires is his praise


The holy book says that prayer moves mountain
but God inhabits his praise like a fountain
That which the Lord desires his Children should offer
for he answereth by fireThat we may not suffer
what then shall it profit us
to live our lives each day
itz like we're in a moving bus
that has lost itz way
our existence on earth is by his grace
and all he desires is his praise

1 comment:

Orikinla Osinachi. said...

I love your words.
You have the rhema.

Please, continue to compose these inspirational poems.

Once I am through with my current projects, I would be able to ask you to let me be your publisher.

I have one more book to publish before the end of this year and that is the Nigerian Times Digest. Then, I can ask for your works if you want to publish them for readers offline.

God bless.