My Little Corn Farm Poem by Imaobong Igwe
My Little Corn Farm
I have a little corn farm
In the middle of the dessert
Whose leaves grows green
Like lilies in the river bank
It attracts much praise from Astonished tourist
Asking questions
Saying I got magic hands
I don't believe in magics
Magics are for fools
But you won't believe
What my faith can do
It causes mountains to walk
And sun shines in the middle of the night
Where witches got blinded
In the middle of their agenda
It makes light prevail over darkness
And stare up laughter
Where sorrows abided
Take this not for exaggeration
Less ye presume I boast
But even if you in doubt
Know this
Heaven has come on earth to dwell
I adore you
Oh, little corn farm that shines
For in the funness of my heart
My mouth speaks Good of they
My little corn farm
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Life in the middle of the desert, the work of God. He draws His own into the desert and there He teaches and gives life. Only His children would be drawn to a lifeless place, a place where nothing grown, in order to grow and find life. The Kingdom of God has turned the world upside down. There is life where there should be none, there is love where there should be hatred, there is peace in the midst of turmoil, all of this to the one who walks in the Spirit, who walks in the Kingdom of God where even corn grows in the desert.