Father Poem by Oche Echoda James

as death broke out of the grave
with chains to put me in its grave
I ran to the master that can save
He took me as His son, not as a slave

Quickly, I proclaimed Him my Lord
as I grew strongly in His words
now realised I am not of the world
whatever I do, we are in one accord

in His presence, nurtured to be honourific
at wars, structured to be acrobatic
in predicaments, lectured to be pragmatic
in pains, enraptured to sing out music

salvation is free, why not surrender
He will accept you even if cased with murder
for your wants, call Him your provider
you shall be His son, and He shall be your father.