Believers Poem by Blessing Asake

they have faith in common
among themselves they transit us
and they admirer us as a sinners
they said we are not meant for dinner.

look who will come tomorrow
to save us from their thoughts
I never imagine we can be term as one
look the believers are one.

the gospel once are not the believers yet
they have desire to be,
those ones will look so terrible when they see the saintliness, they blame us.

what make a believer is a believer
not all those wide challenges they give,
well! ! who do follow? they said we can't see
buh we see the saviour, we are the believers.