Bright Kwamina Grantson
Surrender All - Poem by Bright Kwamina Grantson
When things fall apart, the centre cannot hold.
When it comes to a time, that fortune disfavors the bold.
When the troubles of life sneeze for us to catch a cold,
Then one should not wait to be told,
To Surrender All.
When our past glories are of no essence.
When we have nothing to prove to God as reference.
We just have to be obedient with reverence,
To put God first on our scale of preference,
And say Lord I Surrender All
When Dorcas died in Jopper,
They called upon Peter.
He climbed the upper room and said rise Tabitha,
And she opened her eyes and saw Peter.
Dorcas gave her all.
Service to God and nothing more
So arise from your fall,
And say Lord, I surrender all.
Today is your day
Tomorrow will be mine.
So it's okay
If I don't even have a dime.
But I've one thing
And that is a conviction.
The three Hebrew men proclaimed that
We will not bow down to your god
We will not compromise our conviction to our God.
For He will deliver.
And even if He fails to deliver,
We will never compromise our conviction to our Lord
Because they were ready to surrender all.
What is your service in God's ministry?
With all your Mathematics, Physics, and Chemistry
With all your wealth and factories in your industry.
I came to tell you that you are nothing.
Until the master uses you for something.
You are like the donkey whose promise is solemn
That without the master, no Jerusalem
So you've got to surrender all.
Until you are save,
You are not safe.
And without your service you can't be serviced.
For there is no day without night
And no darkness without light.
So what will speak for you in the day of coma?
The day you can't do a thing Mr. Coleman
In times of turbulence and trauma
Do you have a memorial that will speak before God
When you can't speak for yourself
For there cometha in one's life,
That it's what you've done for God
That gives you the right and the audacity
To make a demand that cannot be refused and cannot be rejected by Eternity.
Father Lord, I am not worth of it
But in one way or another it boils down to me.
The more sin tears me apart from you,
The more they create circumstances with you.
Even if I run away, I still belong under you shadow
So I am left with no choice but to say
I Surrender All
By Grantson Kwamina Bright
University of Education, Winneba
Mathematics Education Department.
7: 22 pm
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