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Sunday, September 13, 2015

Guest Post

Death is a sea of piranhas and life hovers above it hanging by a thin string

I know my string had exceeded it's elastic limit but I'm sustained by his Grace (2 chronicles 6:19)

My heart is filled with praise

Your love I can't erase

You are my first love

You gave me my first kiss, it was the breath of life

You complete me like a cloze test

I have always been one to stray

Hardly been one that prays

He showed his face but I sought other ways

Not withstanding he set me up in the right places

My understanding he placed on a celestial level

He placed me above the terrestrial powers and the Devil

He moulded me on his potter's wheel

He made me an holy vessel

He clothed me in his holy mantle.

Send me anywhere Lord, be it land I'm in the saddle

Be it the sea I'm ready to paddle

Anywhere I'm willing to travel.

Even in my old days I'll still get on my knees and grovel

I'll lift my head up high remembering the days you saved me from trouble

And I would be eternally grateful

Poem by: Oladimeji Taiwo

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