MANIFESTATION

Beauty for the ashes

Strength for the fearful

Gladness for the mourner

Now I know what they mean.

It started from the days of lost

When our fathers hid in the shadows of sins

Briskly, crisply panting the hope that lost

But all in vain with pain retained.

Alas the heavens mourned

What a hurt the Father heaved

Instantly, silently the master planned

Caravan of love and mercy to bridge

Tip-the-tog, clock-the-clad,

Not in helter, but skelter of time.

Now it whistle as it will always been,

For the worthiest of all was related to man.

It was a wonder on how He did it.

Not in the ways of carnal thoughts

But in rich and fullness of time.

Hallelujah! He did it all; all for free!

Far and near hear the call.

Ocean roars, nature sings,

Nations cry, heavens hope

For greater works of the sons of light.

Brace yourself and lift your head.

Say it loud and do it strong.

Silently, swiftly, impactfully...

Not by you, though through your will

By that same Spirit,

As people of the day,

Bearing fruits that lasts

To the Father's delight.

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NB:

Written in the year 2012 for the National Christians Corpers Fellowship, NCCF Akwa Ibom State as the State Publicity Secretary.

- Mbimda Ali Mbishida