The Highway Poem by Ayandare Mayowa
The Highway
Sorrow dwellers waste divine blessings
Tomorrow despisers lavish today's endowments
Shallow rivers will not house big fishes
Hollow minds incapable of great thought
Gallow builders measure by Hamans neck
Fallow Christians shall be pruned of the vine
Hallow Satan that you may sell
Arrow devilish will land you in hell
Narrow pathways only lead to heaven
Follow Jesus for he is the Highway
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4/19/2024 6:42:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Thanks, your poem always get me inspired I wish to know you in person