He - Poem by Adeosun Olamide
Who gives warmth in harsh freezing night
And offer coolness beneath severe heat
And watch yet while brothel becomes abode mine
And guide home' when drive' devoid mind ‘ver bridge, drunk of alcohol?
Who forever quench thirst and slake my hunger
And comfort with reverie while I journey through vale
And awaken from slumber of death
While in my words and silence, many to death put?
Where is strength in this deep distress
And joy in this night of dole
And of where ray, radiance in this black darkness?
Many have I blinded when I had day
Who guides walk through self made darkness into His marveling light
And shield from storm, from thorns and wolfs I surround self with
Who set free from this shackles concealed in jewelry
And deliver from my bottomless courage, pride?
Who heal my wound, and make my scar glorious
And have my ill and make me whole
And make my shriveling soul bloom?
Who shall gladden my heart, ease my vein
Of wound obtained due my souls cling to war?
Who yet loves, after slaying a helpless man
Who yet deliver when my lips utter deceit
And who clasp me from fire I began?
And yet love me in my arrogance?
He seeks in my wickedness
To make an apple of His eyes,
To keep in His bosom and hide in His fortress
All heard my cry,
All saw my sores,
But just could take them not
Only one, who for me, pain and death
God finds the moment you seek
For God listens, the moment you hear
He shall hold, moment you tender to accept his stretched hand
Only Christ does can heal, and take my darkness and to His feet I abide
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