Delivered Poem by Olabode Joseph Oluwatayo

Delivered



Life was trashing to an end,
to be laid eternally dead,
but your abounding grace delivered,
like a huge caravan from a gushing flood.
Evil made to destroyed, was denied,
Gratituide weeps in my trembling heart,
Your greatness exceeds humanly smartness.
Without God, even gold is evil!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Raul Castelan 08 June 2007

You really know your way with words. There's some symbolism in this piece of yours. Well, I shall keep on reading.

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