Awake The Arms Of God Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

Awake The Arms Of God



The little things that we do, the time we begin to ignore the sun
The dark paths of life become blurred to light and harden to sin
Come lets reason across the monsoon of ages, the power of time
Camels of the heart full of barren ideas from the deserts of life
Wake the sleeping giant, tell him that the arms of God have fallen asleep in our lives, tell him the sons of reprobate have taken our hearts
The power of the Almighty grow cold in us and the path ways of our ends are of death, grave, hell and eternal damnation across the darkest eternity
Awake! Awake! Oh! the arms of God, the land is barren of righteousness
The sons of reprobates have taken over our planet, the continents need to feel the power flow from the throne...
Like the days when power path the sea, when the great beast was slain
Living no trace from the raging Rehab, when the chariots lost the battle and the thunderbolts were unleashed upon the Pharaohs
Like the greatest war of eternity, the titanic battle of all time
Like when Micheal arose and fought the dragon, when the trumpets echo from the north and the souls of men where call for the great harvest
Awake the arms of the father, lets our savior arise again from Zion and let the war cries seize from Middle east....
Let the terrorists ISIL, Bokoharam, and Alshabat lose their siege
Let the reign of peace begin, amidst our lands feel your breath
Man lost it from the beginning when our first ancestors fall from grace and the slave became our master, the reign of sin and death
Bruised and the battered across the pitfall of eternity, we lost it all until that champion arise, he who walked the streets of mortality and limbo, shattered by the death on the cross, awaken to eternal glory
There we saw sin, grave and death defeated, like the ancient power
A man yet a god, the eternal hybrid formed by Spirit and mortal
A True champion, eternal hero of righteousness, holiness and truth
Amount the birth of a true King, a lion and a lamb, we celebrate because he is born, killed, buried and risen...

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