It Shall Come To Pass Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

Whirlwind is on the lake, wheeled, blowing on the lake
Sun fumbles in the clouds, fumbling from the east
Lights glare, flaring bright under the raked soils
And a son of man sings, singing aglamorous feast
Asong list, sighing, listing from the eastern sky

It shall come to pass, come to pass on the wind
And rock in, rock in like a washed plate
For in the blood, in the blood oozed on the cross
Clean is the heart, the heart and the planet
Within the sorrowful cold, sorrowful cold and hot blowing

The holy word speeds, speeding in the fresh
On the words, words of life and mankind
Needs a flip, aflip so hard and create aholy races
To the author, are the eyes, so hard
He opens, opening the room of hope and charity

As the son, the song submerge and upslide
It shall come to pass, apassover ever the voice
Glory and glorified the name of the word
Prompts, prompting the heart, sucking in rejoice
And stare, staring up, the clouds and that!

It shall come to pass a passover touching the heart
And sing to me, to you, holy surrounding our hearts
O' please come, to keep me, you, safe and safer
And He says, come, come, there is aroom and shelter
I will make, make it come to pass on the surface