Poem of the day: I thank God I'm alive

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by Obakeng Pholo

15-01-2023 06:34

in Art and Artists

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I THANK GOD I'M ALIVE

I am not saving the speech,

The reigning Sovereign King has made me to plant words as if seeds beneath the flesh.

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My storms couldn't have roared without me, that would have spoiled the script when the scroll is rolled,

because His glory wouldn't have been seen.

He is the jealous Father

He is the self-existing God

He is set apart and dwells in the deep

where He hides mysteries,

And he who seeks Him will find Him,

For the deep calls to deep.

I see the Universe as the beauty of His wings, each time they flaps, The clock ticks

Unfolding the rising of the sun and the setting to the dusk.

The inner part of His wings are the reflection of the night,

Galaxies and the moon moving slowly like a

Satin being blown away by the wind

whispering He who dwells in the secret place of the most high shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty ,

The outer part of His wings,

The Sun speaks through the rays

I am the light of the world whoever follows me will never walk in darkness

But will have light of life

Thank God I am alive

The jaws of the flaming bear

Would have consumed my flesh.

Vultures gathered, circled my life

Waited for my downfall so they can feast on me, but God.

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I am going to Shiloh

To the place of my origin, before the Lord

For the Messiah has been good to me.

He has placed His covenant in my heart,

My heart is burning with gratitude like furnace,

Pure gold running over, but it cannot sum Him up.

I will not talk about Him as if He is not here,

I call Him the unseen but forever found God,

for the physical sight cannot behold Him.

He turned my storms into favour, this rain is peace in abundance.

When my own father rejected me

He says I am your Father from Genesis to Revelations.

I didn't have a name

He says You're called by my name

In a deep dark hole leading to nowhere

He says I am the way

I got lost in the nothingness within me

He says my thoughts are not your own neither are your ways

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A thousand oceans I have flown

Yet I have not seen a God like you.

Scientists tried to define you

Yet they cannot cure death.

I thank God I'm Alive.

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