A Chosen Generation Poem by Alade Abayomi Idris

I am that I am is my God

I am what He says I am

No matter how heavy the storm is

And many challenges enemies throw

I will be what He says I will be.


You think my birth a mistake

Because of the surrounding situations

You forgot that He knew me before I was born and appointed me a prophet

I am a choosen generation.


You think because I am poor and helpless, lanky and least

Something good will never come of me

I laugh at you like the psalmist righteous

Because I have known his name,

He will exalt me and makes me a city set upon the hill top that cannot be hidden

My poor place of birth doesn't matter

Jesus was born in Nazareth, a ghetto

David was born in a slum

And Joseph had nobody yet rose to prominence

By his grace, I am a blessing to humanity.


You think you have gotten me in your trap

That I will die without help

Rejoice not, because Paul and Silas didn't die in prison

Shedrak and his friends didn't die in the furnace

Daniel's flesh wasn't consumed in lion den

I have hope and might

I'll push down these walls like Samson did

With loud shout I will bring down this bulwark of Jericho

May It be to you as it was for Haman.


You think your charms are potent

And your spells kill faster that bomb

You forgot that He that keepeth me neither sleep nor slumber

That no weapon fashion shall prosper

That no enchantment and divination would work

Speak the words, it shall not stand.


I am not scared even if I walk through that valley

For death has been defeated by my master

Lazarus testified to this

Dried bones of that valley also attested to it

I will rise each time I go down

For He is not not deaf nor dumb

He will hear my cry like he did to Elijah

And show me my salvation when I need it most.


You can be as powerful as I am

Terror inspiring to their kingdom

Just open your heart and let him in.