Dear Father, Poem by Damilare Tella
Dear Father,
Our hands are filthy and full of sins
Active we are in unholy scenes
Yet, your eyes ignore and pretend not to have seen
Our iniquities, you easily forgive
Even when sin achens our souls, your son you sent to relieve
It is with the devil, i want to part my path
Find me oh lord, for i am lost in lust
Oh GOD, my creator
make righteousness a predator
And me an humble prey
My lord to the i pray
Heaven, let us feel the heat of hell
So to no one, none will have to tell
So into your glorious hands we all shall run
Ignoring all that we call fun
Direct my directions, oh lord
Decide my decision, my GOD
Be my refuge and my strength
Impossible it seems, only with you i shall pitch my tent
Dear father,
Make righteousness a predator
And me an humble prey....
................Amen..................
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4/19/2024 4:02:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely devotional piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with spiritual insight. A beautiful depiction of total submission to the Will Of God, and an acknowledgement of the Omnipotence Omniscience Omnipresence nature of The Lord Almighty. Thanks for sharing Tella. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Thank you, thank you. Really appreciate.